Man, I Feel Like A Woman!

Again, this post has nothing to do with the last post. So if that's what you're thinkin...you may want to just go read the last post because you'll be woefully sad after reading this one. I just like to trip you up with such titles.

Ladies, you ever notice how if you're in your pj's, with scary hair, and a bare face, you just don't perform up to your full potential? It's like somehow, your professionality suffers a meltdown if it doesn't peer through mascara coated eyelashes.

I've been suffering the "work from home" blahs. I mean, if I'm not going to the office, what the hell is the point of getting all cute? It's not like I'm trying to impress the kids...they wouldn't care if I had dreadlocks and a peculiar body odor so long as their Cookie crisp makes it to the table by 9, their pb&j makes it to the table by 1 and that I'll keep their watergun refill bucket full and restocked on the back porch.

This damn org website is giving me a run for my money. As previously stated, I hate "under construction" messages on a website. There's little more irritating to me than that. And, I've barely left the house since I started the project.

So, today I went and got my nails did, ermmm...I mean manicured. My make-up is damn near perfect, my hair is cute, and while I may not have on my black power suit, I did discover that a pair of my favorite worn out jeans look even cuter as favorite worn out capris. And they fit just a little better, I think, than before I got all empregnated with #3.

So, hoo-ha for me.

Did I get more done because of my girliness? No. But, I feel good anyway.

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