This morning I woke up and put the patch on my right hip where it seems to be staying. It's not peeling, and because it's not moving around it's not itching nearly as badly as it was yesterday. The migratory path of the patch yesterday left me with red welts wherever it wandered, so I'm frankly delighted about this today.
I want a cigarette. BADLY. I grabbed Livvie this morning and threw her into the Jeep again and took her to the playground this time. She ate no sand on this trip, which is not usual, but she did get sand everywhere you can imagine, including her ears. I ate DumDums at the playground, and we left as The Stepford Moms arrived with their monsters in tow, so I would consider it a successful trip.
Speaking of these moms, how the fuck do they manage to dress in actual OUTFITS every day? I'm always out there (unshowered) in jeans and a T shirt and these chicks are wearing cotton capri pants and open toed shoes. AND THEIR TOENAILS ARE PAINTED. How the fuck are they managing pedicures with the whole Mom Thing?
Ok, so you might actually notice a bit of hostility. So the fuck what? I'm quitting smoking for crying out loud.
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9 comments:
Those women have nannies and housekeepers. No one I know with a child under ten years old has painted toenails... Hang in there.
Keep it up.
You rock.
xo
I hate those women. We lived down the street from one. I had to go knock on her door for sugar or some such crap at like EIGHT O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING--she was wearing An Outfit, had her hair and nails done and her face applied, including lipstick. ACK! Fucking aliens are living amongst us.
Kimber
Yay for making it to day two. That's a giant battle won!!
My mom figured out how to paint her nails right before she left the house. They would dry while she drove. Dunno how she did it so quick.
I'm so proud of you, quitting smoking. You're awesome.
Don't worry about the Stepford Moms. One day their nail polish will crack, and the universe will crumble around them.
and you and I will laugh really hard and then go grab a beer.
Julie - Is everything ok? I haven't seen you on in awile. Just want to make sure you're ok. Check in when you can.
Yes.
Hello....Julie??????
xoxooxo
Julie,
I am so proud of you!!!! Lots of love!
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