You know that time that I said I wasn't going out for New Years Eve because I was sick? Remember that time? Yeah, that didn't happen. And there's nothing like walking in my front door at 7 in the morning knowing just how much I'm going to hurt when I wake up. And boy do I hurt. My whole head feels like it's been ground up into sausages, and my butt hurts like hell from slipping and falling on icy stairs.
But, the good news is, this single girl is officially back in effin' action, baby! And boy were some of the other single women pissed that after they had been working their charm dials up to 11 all night while I just sat quietly by with all of the couples, somehow I ended up the belle of the ball. Didn't even try, even if I had remembered how to. But feeling as physically shredded as I do right now, I'm hoping that these dates I have lined up make it all worth it.
And now to make the trek to the laundromat in the rain with laundry in tow, just praying that they're actually open today.
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You know this requires more explanation, right? I want stories! Regale me with your conquests!
More explanation? Well, I loaded my laundry up in my granny cart (since I can't load it in the car at the moment), hauled it down the stairs, walked up to the South End Suds up by Foodies in the drizzly cold rain, saw that they were closed for New Years, walked back home, hauled the cart back upstairs (which put an uncomfortable strain on my already bruised backside), and curled up under my new fleece for a bit to warm back up. =)
Oh, but you mean the boys. Tee hee! Nope. Mums the word on them for now.
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