I’m a little worried. Not about the marathon, but about my lack of preparation for my upcoming trip. I have nothing to wear and the lack of interest in going to Nordstroms to remedy this situation is starting to be a little concerning.
My lack of personal hygiene is also concerning. I sit at my desk on the computer after running and lifting weights and pretty much stink like a heathen who ate a rotten corpse for breakfast. It’s bad when I have to barter with myself about showering. One day the UPS delivery guy even took a step away when I signed for a package. I’m not sure what is going on inside my demented little head.
I need to fix this. I’ll buy some hair products. I’ll give myself a pep talk. Shopper Susan = True Love. Rowdy doesn’t seem to mind though, he loves me stinky or not. Of course, he does have rotting teeth breath, so he can’t be biased.