Tuesday, June 1, 2010
My sanity is intact and my granny panties are no more.
That's what my bedroom looked like earlier today. Yes, I cleaned out my closets today. I also washed my sheets as you can tell by the bare bed.
I know. I know. You guys warned me against trying on clothes while being invaded by TOM. But, I did it anyway. I'm a rebel like that.
Anyidowhatiwant, I actually survived the ordeal. I got rid of several ratty bras that I'm not sure why I was hanging onto. Also several pairs of underwear that were just a little too 'granny' to justify keeping.
What did I learn from this little ocd adventure?
I learned that a lot of the pants that I didn't think would fit, actually fit. I learned that my bathing suit doesn't look nearly as bad as I thought that it did. I learned that that little skirt I thought was really cute, actually isn't. I also learned that when trying on clothes, especially bras, make sure the county's grass cutting crew isn't in the park behind your house. Or make sure your curtains are closed.
So, I didn't have a breakdown and end up rocking in the corner muttering to myself. And now, my drawers are organized. Win.
I still haven't seen TOM in all of his glory yet. I think he's just effing with me this month. Bastard.
I weighed in today. For anyone who cares about my Blitz against The Fatness, go check it out: http://girlyblitz.blogspot.com/
Also, for those of you who wanted to see the raccoon stuck in the jar, check out this link.
For some reason, the voice of the woman who has the raccoon stuck up in the tree reminds me of the woman in this catheter commercial. Apparently I've seen this commercial way too many times. It disgusts me every time.