taking note…
in an effort to avoid having to buy an airline seat belt extender, i’ve boycotted eating lunch out every day. it helps that since our offices moved i’m in chair restaurant land, which i hate. to avoid extra caloric intake i packed a lunch and left myself a note so i’d remember to take it.
anyway, it was because of this i realized i’ve turned into my mother. growing up she always left herself notes: on doors, car steering wheel, purse, everywhere. i don’t think it’s because she’s an airhead, i think she just had a lot on her mind. sure, i could be saying that to avoid the scatterbrained diagnosis. i’ve just got lots on my mind.
don’t get me wrong, i love my mother–i just don’t want to be her.
Last week I was on a flight sitting next to someone using a seatbelt extendor. It all looked rather uncomfortable and suddenly I appreciated my ‘chicken legs’.
Bellum, I don’t think your anywhere near needing one.
Pink pen, of course!
It feels weird at lunch without any estrogen around…. mabye you should forget the stickies and just dine out. Panda was delicious
Reminder - tomorrow is monday - and I am out rest of the week - do not bring lunch, we are going out. Whether you like it or not.