At approximately 4pm, M-F, I walk the mail downstairs and nextdoor to the mailbox. Just about everyday, I have silly crazy thoughts running through my head, and four times out of five, one of those thoughts includes pretending I'm strutting the catwalk on America's Next Top Model (ANTM). I don't know why I do this...I have never been interested in modeling, nor do I have a body that can be compared to a plus sized model, let along a toothpick figure that can magically hold themselves up on two legs.
Today, was unlike any other day. I even hummed the theme song to ANTM while I was walking across the atrium...I'm so wierd!! It's a small guilty pleasure, and everytime I start strutting, I smile to myself.
What are your guilty pleasures...big or small?
3 days ago