I spent all of yesterday having some digestive issues that don't need to be discussed here. These issues prevented me from eating. I mean, I ate like two slices of banana in the morning and a couple of bites of egg for lunch but that was it. So this morning I was feeling super skinny (duh, I lost like 3 pounds yesterday) so I wore my slacks to work. Slacks that I haven't worn in like 10 pounds. They slipped on easily but now that I'm just sitting here they're like cutting into my stomach and my thighs and stuff and nobody is having a good time. Also I'm avoiding coffee for today so that's just not fun at all. Sorry. That was a lot of info.
Saturday is the Lady Antebellum concert Keith is taking me to. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I'm SO excited... but I have NO clue what to wear. I googled "what to wear to a lady antebellum concert" and apparently I should wear a sundress, a giant belt, and cowboy boots. I have exactly zero of those things. So I'm thinking maybe a sundress, a denim jacket, and sandals. Except I just googled what that looks like and I'm less than impressed. LIFE IS HARD.
Last night when Keith and I were on the phone he said something about how he's only looking forward to the concert because he knows it will make me happy (too sweet, vom), and I said, "I happen to know from my extensive stalking of you on Facebook when we were broken up that you went to a Toby Keith concert one time and SANG ALONG with Red Solo Cup. So shut up." He did.
My driver's license expires on Tuesday and I'm not planning on renewing it until Monday because I like living on the edge. Also I don't know how to renew it. I've never done it before. But I'm pretty sure it's a good idea to make an appointment if you do it at the DMV. And I'm pretty sure I don't have to take a test or have them retake my picture. At least I hope not, because I am prepared for neither.
I just had to try and explain to my boss how the Keurig works.
Last night one of my friends came over and I asked her if she wanted to borrow a pair of sweatpants. "The ones you wore last week are still over there on the floor where you left them. A week ago. Because I live alone and don't put my things away."
I have still been doing a great job of not eating bread, but last night I confessed to my friend who came over that, "I have cheated and had some french fries." French fries. Which are made from potatoes. Which are not bread. Which means that as you get older you can actually get dumber.
I AM GOING BACK TO BLONDE. And I'm nervous because what if it doesn't turn out the way I want it to? Then I've spend the past year letting my hair get back to natural for like, NO REASON. And that would mostly just be annoying.