Hi, I'm Tom...

I forgot to put on deodorant this morning. I HATE IT WHEN I DO THAT!

...and what did I do yesterday? I locked my door, walked out to my car...and was like "HUH-WHA?! WHERE ARE MY KEYS??" I had to buzz a neighbor to unlock our exterior door...and there were my keys...sitting in my door. Der.

So far this week, I'm on a roll of forgetfulness!! I can only hope the week gets better...

Is there anything you've forgotten?

*Bonus points to the person who guesses where my title is from.

Teddy-Dino.

I know, I know, I know....I still haven't been able to post the results to last week's fun contest. I'm totally off my game (but at least I realize it, right?). No worries, I haven't forgotten...and will get RIGHT TO IT the minute I have a minute to breath (if that makes any sense).

I SHOULD'VE been able to wrap up my contest results over the weekend. Instead, I found myself searching for deals in order to get ready for a Fourth of July trip out of town.

Oh yeah...I was also busy bringing little man to his first live concert. Who did we go and see? The Teddy Bear Band. If only I had looked them up online, I would've been given the heads up that you're supposed to ACTUALLY BRING YOUR TEDDY BEAR FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

On the way to the show, I was giving myself a pat on the back.

Little Man - Check
Blanket to sit on during the show - Check
Juice box for during the show - Check
McDonalds picked up for picnic on blanket before the show started - Check

As the shows start time grew closer, I noticed a million kids with their teddy bears in hand....and then it hit me. Dammit I was supposed to have little man bring a fricken teddy bear! So...seeing as I had clearly made a rookie mistake, I made the best of it. I snatched up this:



Yes, peeps...that's his Happy Meal toy. Since my mom-brain was on it's D-game, I said "hey honey, how about you use your dino for your teddy bear." He kindly obliged (THANK YOU JEEBUS) and on with the show.

I was only slightly nervous when the band instructed the kids to throw their soft, plushy teddies in the air...and there was little man, chucking his hard plastic dino. Thank god he didn't hit anyone!

High five for me.

The Man In The Mirror

I've ALWAYS been a top 40 girl when it comes to music. While a lot of people I know have a much deeper sense of music than me, tune into a top 40 song and I'll almost ALWAYS know the hook.
When I first caught news of MJ's passing yesterday afternoon my jaw was dropped. It's not that I was surprised...I mean, the man has been frail and virtually on his death bed for years.
But it's Michael Jackson.
As crazy as this sounds, the man almost seemed like an entity. Unfortunately, the entity that was Michael Jackson was human. Humans are mortal, and now he's gone.
I feel like the world is pretty damn lucky that he left his music behind...for all of us to jam out to. I mean, really...you could probably listen to MJ all day long and continuously find yourself bopping your head to an awesome guitar riff or a mind blowing beat.
Yes, the man made a million poor choices. Yes, the man was pretty far out there. One thing that cannot be forgotten is his musical genius. As many have already put it, I'm mourning what he was twenty years ago....and not necessarily the man he was in the end.
RIP MJ....rest in peace.

Spine Tingling.

Last night, I had a dream that I made out with a man. Not just any man...a man I've known for a while now. It was hot. It was steamy. It was an amazing kiss/makeout session....

Looking forward to the next man I make out with...in real life this time, not in my dreams.

Happy Thursday!!

Dear Perkins,

I visited store #3678 with a neighbor for dinner last night. We were immediately seated, and the restaurant was more than half empty. While waiting to be greeted and have our beverage order placed, I noticed only two servers tending to tables. Again, the restaurant was not particularly busy, but the two servers did seem a bit overwhelmed. Immediately, I also noticed that while there were two servers running around with the majority of the tables, two additional servers and the manager on duty were sitting at a table on the side of the restaurant rolling silverware and hanging out.
We sat at our table (with two three-year-olds, mind you) for twenty minutes before we were greeted by an employee. I could tell by the look on Rae's face (our server) that she was extremely overwhelmed. She took our order and was on her way.
An hour later we received our food.
I feel the food time was completely unacceptable, but do not hold our server responsible.
The person who upset me the most in this situation was the manager on duty. Throughout our entire wait, the manager continued to sit at a table with two other staff members while our server was running around overwhelmed and ultimately neglecting tables due to the lack of support from management. One of the servers sitting with the manager on duty placed a food order, received her food order and ate her food.
While our server was cashing out another table, the manager on duty brought a box to our table. At no time did the manager ask how our food was. In fact, I had to casually stop the manager and ask her if there was a reason why our food took an hour to make (which consisted of a salad, chicken tender melt, dollar pancakes and a kids grilled cheese).
She responded by having the audacity to tell me the restaurant was extremely busy and the kitchen only had two cooks. Her tone was off putting and very unprofessional. I could not believe my ears. I've been in the restaurant industry for years and I would love for you to run the numbers on what this store brought in last night. I am extremely confident that if you did so, you would find she was overstaffed and had low sales. Not once while we were in this restaurant were all of the tables full, nor was there a wait list for people to be seated.
I would also like to note that while we were waiting the hour for our food, three tables in the restaurant who had been seated after us, and had similar food orders as my table, received and paid for their food before my table had received our food.
After assertively approaching the manager on duty, I noticed she pulled Rae aside. Rae returned to our table and offered us desert, but at that point, I did not feel like staying in the restaurant due to my disdain for how the situation had been handled by the manager on duty. I feel very strongly that the manager should have reproached us and am very disappointed she did not do so.
While taking my son to the bathroom, Rae brought us a few pieces of pie in a to-go box, which was very kind on her behalf. Unfortunately a few of pieces of pie do not excuse the principal of the matter (the lack of professionalism, organization and support and poor communication skills from her lack luster manager). I can only hope this letter will prompt the General Manager to take a closer look at how poor the management at this location is. I can be quite certain I will not return to this location until I have been made fully aware that this will never happen again.
I have a copy of the check should you need to review it.
If asked what the best part of my experience at this establishment was, I can only come up with two things. The first being the great smelling bathrooms, and the second was leaving. Should you have any further questions, concerns or comments, please feel free to contact me.

Quote of the Day

If being single is cool, consider me Miles Davis.

Sobering Moment

Have you ever tried calling up friends and family on a Saturday afternoon, only to be met with:
1)going into people's voicemail.
2)being told they already had plans.

This is the story of my single life almost every weekend. I've successfully planned a party here and there...but most nights I am left with a singleton solitude that can only be empathized by those who are single parents..and whose friends are almost all in serious relationships sans children.

"Quit your bitchin' and do something about it then! Find new people to hang out with! Find other parents to hang out with!" ....yeah...my thoughts exactly...except it's not as easy as you would hope or imagine it to be.

Why? Well....first off, the people that I used to turn to for fun random nights out are good people. 90% of the time I have a lot of fun with them. Call me selfish, but I'm not ready nor am I willing to stop associating myself with these people. Besides, I can't hold a grudge against my friends for not having children with me, and for having a normal unmarried/married with out kids twenty something social life.
Second of all, socializing with other parents is tough for me. Most parents I encounter are married, and a few years older than me. I feel as if they judge me for being a young, single parent. It's quite pathetic on my part, really. I suppose our commonality will always be the kids...

Any suggestions on how I can:
Suck less at life?
Spark up convo's with the married, more responsible parents?
Find a man crazy enough to date me?

Here are the steps I have taken:
Cancelled cable which has forced me to become more of a "housewife" and less of a slug on the couch.
Sucked "being single" up, and have done my best to enjoy little man...over the weekend we indulged in old fashioned car watching, swimming, plus dinner and a movie.
Hosted a bbq which forced me to clean, organize and plan (which is more time consuming than one would think!).

In a rather large nutshell...being single can be very sobering. Not necessarily bad, not necessarily good...just sobering.

CONTEST UPDATE! I will close the polls for the contest on Wednesday...and try to have a "results post" up by Friday.

I'm really not quite as lame as this post makes me out to be. I have a difficult time finding the right words to describe my feelings...and, on Saturday when all was said and done I had a lovely dinner and a movie night with little man, followed by some spontaneous last minute crafting with an amazing bride to be.

Contest Time!

In the spirit of giving, I've decided to host a fun little contest. The prize? A ten dollar gift card of your choice (within reason) that I will mail out to you. The contest? Guess which tab cost less by leaving a comment. If you guess correctly, I will enter your name into a hat

....Sounds easy, right? Check out the grocery tabs below, and tell me which one you think cost less. I promise to deliver on two things...First, I'll document drawing the winner and second, I'll explain my reasoning behind this fun little contest.

Comment away!

Grocery Tab 1:
6 random 2L bottles of soda
18lb bag of charcoal
1 Bottle Heinz ketchup
1 bag of hotdog buns
1 dozen cookies from the bakery
1 package of neon bendie-straws

Grocery Tab 2:
1 large bag of cheese puffs
1 large bag of tortilla chips
1 jar of salsa
5-pack of brats
1 bag of brat buns
1 carton of strawberries
12-pack of bottled water
1 Gallon of milk
1 watermelon

A Dream.

No worries here folks...I'm NOT going to write a description of what I dreamt about last night...consider yourself lucky.

While pretending to work working yesterday, I came across a really interesting article about sleep. I highly encourage you to read the article because I tend to embellish accurately depict my stories...For instance, did you know that sleep is comparable to having the craziest orgasm of you life? (you'll know if I'm telling the truth if you ACTUALLY clicked the link and read for yourself....I'm sneaky like that).

I don't know about you...but I'm totally a whacky dreamer. The odd factoid about my dreaming habits are that I can recount almost all of my dreams with the craziest amount of detail. And by crazy, I mean sights, smells and sounds which range from normal everyday things to OMG YOU MUST BE A PSYCHO.

If dreaming is a way for our minds to mentally wash the events of the day from our head....does this mean I'm not sleeping restfully? I think it means that I'm a savant.

Just kidding.

Personally, dreams are an event that gives me one more crazy, long and unimportant story to tell.

Sweet dreams!

To Do Tuesday's

I'm just gonna come out and say it. I hate Tuesdays. I can't possibly think of a good thing that happens on Tuesdays.

Again, I know I've said this before...I'm just too lazy to look back in my archives and dig it up.

Here's why I hate Tuesdays:
1)While some may argue Monday's are tough...at least you are just coming off of a weekend on Monday.
2) Wednesdays are Hump Days. What's not to like about that?!
3) On Thursday, you have Friday to look forward to.
4) Friday and Saturday are self explanatory.

...the only day that could really come close to a Tuesday is a Sunday. Nah...Sundays aren't too bad because you aren't forced to get up and pretend to be coherent for eight (+) hours.

My proposition to you "to do" this Tuesday? Find me a good reason why I should start LIKING Tuesday. Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?

It's Me.

Here's something you MIGHT not know about me....

I am JUST as off the wall, spontaneous, non-stop talking, crazy and over the top with randomness as most of my posts on here. I came to this realization when attempting to comment on someones blog the other day. I am an "emoticon" person. Yeah, it's embarrassing to admit...but I LOVE putting a smiley face at the end....mostly because I am almost ALWAYS very enthusiastic when I speak, and I figure the only way to really get my chipper point across is by inserting a :-)...yup...I should officially check myself into a facility with padded walls.

To those of you who know me in real life....

Sorry for being the above in person. I can only imagine that my personality is a bit difficult for most to swallow at times. I am beginning to realize that my crazy personality combined with my out of shape body mixed with having a child is one of the main reasons why I find myself unliked by most men. I haven't given up hope yet...I mean, at least I can diet and exercise!!

Stalker Update.

I don't think I'm out of the woods quite yet...but the last few days have been relatively UN-eventful (thank god for that!!)

I've mentioned this already, but I'll repeat myself to get everyone up to speed... I took the liberty to block the phone numbers He had been calling me from, and every night I have been putting my phone on silent. So far he hasn't called me since late last week (I think by calling him the next morning around 8am and firmly telling him to STOP EFFING CALLING ME did the trick...but I can't be too sure).

I can't help but be mad at myself over this whole situation. Why? Well, I was the one (ultimately) who brought this creepo into my life, as well as into little man's life. I was too trusting to see Him for what he really was (read: psycho-drug-induced-stalker). Now that it's too late to go back, I find myself kicking my own rear because I'm apprehensive to take little man outside and play. I don't know what I would say or do if I ran into Him. I don't know what He would say to me if our paths collided. Uggh, it makes my stomach churn just thinking about it.

Baby steps will make this go away. The first baby-step I took over the weekend was taking little man on a bike ride (which entails me spending 15 minutes outside getting the bike trailer and little man in place). This was done without incident. After the bike ride, my heart sank slightly when little man asked if he could blow bubbles outside. Again...Baby steps is all I can tell myself.

I am stubborn, and refuse to let this run my life anymore than it already has. Unless something CRAZY happens...I think I'm going to stop talking about it for a while.

I've got a stalker.

I don't remember if I've written about this yet...and I'm too impatient today to look back on a month's worth of posts to figure this out.

Peeps, I've got a stalker...and it's DRIVING ME INSANE!

Here's the back story:
Two years ago, I stumbled home late after a fun "white trash" themed party (which is ALMOST funny considering what has happened since....ALMOST). When I arrived home I wasn't ready to go to bed, so I tip toed over to a neighbors house who was obviously having a party. I ended up meeting Him (aka, the stalker). He seemed cool (cough::I was WASTED hence lacked judgement::cough). We talked for hours, ended the night with a make-out session..and that was that.
He was from California, only in MN visiting his brother. I didn't expect to hear from again. It was what it was: a fun night...that was only going to be ONE fun night.

A month ago my phone rang in the middle of the night. I didn't recognize the number (or even the area code for that matter). I answered, and it was HIM. It took me a few minutes to figure it out..but once I put all of the pieces together my clock started ticking again. I was extremely flattered that he had hung onto my number. He told me he would be visiting MN in the beginning of June, and staying a few weeks. He wanted to see me. He wanted to take me to meet his friends. He had been thinking about me a lot in the past two years. I was speechless.
A few days later we spoke on the phone again, this time in the afternoon instead of the middle of the night. It was different. He was almost incoherent. He kept repeating himself, and his thoughts were empty. It's very difficult for me to explain, but I could tell that something wasn't right with him. My mom-gut red flags were whipping in the air.
I decided it would be best for me (and little man) if I didn't see him, or speak with him again. I had hoped he would forget me by the time he came to MN, but I guess that was just wishful thinking.
Starting the night of June 4th, my phone began ringing in the middle of the night. Not once, but SIX TIMES IN A ROW between the hours of 2 and 3 in the morning. On the sixth call I answered, told him I was sleeping and also made it clear that I did not want him to call anymore, specifically at 2-3 in the morning (HELLO idiot, I had to work!!).
Unfortunately, my short discussion with him did not go through his thick, annoying skull. In nine days, this man has called me over 15 times (only two calls were during the day, the rest were in THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT). Last night was a final straw. I picked up the phone and said "LISTEN, I DO NOT WANT YOU CALLING ME ANYMORE! I WORK AND ENOUGH IT ENOUGH!" (or something like that) and proceeded to hang up.
Peeps, I don't know what to do. I've texted him multiple times telling him to stop calling me. I've told him multiple times that I don't want him to call me, and that I don't want to talk to him or see him. The guy just won't give up!!!
Do I file a restraining order? UUUUGGGGHHHHH!
I've taken the liberty of blocking his phone numbers (the ones that I know of) but that's not going to stop him from calling me at all hours of the night from a different number. I'm spent. I'm annoyed. I'm extremely frustrated. I'm desperate for this to stop....and I'm beginning to think (and fear) that this is just the beginning.

What to do?!

Recipe for Happiness

1 cup of timing.
A dash of positive thinking.
2 teaspoons of effort.
1/2 cup of self confidence.
A handful of friends.


Mix timing with positive thinking. Slowly add the self confidence until it is mixed in (don't add it too quickly or the batter will turn lumpy...unless you like lumps, I guess). Use the effort to bind the batter. Bake at 350 until golden brown, and proceed to share with a handful of friends.

Scrunch Face

Not a whole lot to say today....

Funny thing though, I discovered something new about little man. He has an "honest face." It's really entertaining. I discovered this face when I asked him a question, and while responding, he scrunched his eyes and gave me an answer. When I asked an adult who would've known the correct answer, she said the same thing as little man...

It's an amusing tell...and I'll be the first to admit how much and how quickly little man is growing up.

I wonder.

Most days my mind never stops spinning.

I sit.

I wonder.

Most days, while mind-spinning is occurring, I think about quirky attributes of mine…and it’s always followed up with a “….and I wonder why I’m single.”
I say it with the highest amount of sarcasm imaginable...mainly because I know why I’m single.

• I know what I want and I’m not afraid to say so. This intimidates most males.
• I’m a single mom. While most of you MIGHT think “SO WHAT?!” I’ve heard quite the contrary. I’ve heard that guys fear my breed. They worry that single mom’s will expect more commitment. They cringe at the thought of kids in general, let alone a woman WITH A CHILD THAT ISN’T HIS, GASP!! Oh, and us single mom’s? We have scales.
• On that note, my sarcasm is a bit much for most men to handle. I get it from my father.
• I’m spontaneously on a schedule. Does this make sense? Didn’t think so. What I mean, is I LOVE grasping onto the concept of sponaity. Pre-child, I was one of the most spontaneous people I knew. Wanna drive 8hours to Canada? YES! Wanna jump in puddles? SCORE! Post-child, I need to maintain a mundane schedule of work m-f followed by dinner and bed…and on weekends , I have to adhere to breakfast, lunch, nap-time, dinner and an early bedtime…sound exciting to you? Yeah, me neither…but it’s what I have to do…SO…In order to hold on to that pre-baby spontaneous side…I love to do fun simple things on a whim.
• My self confidence is lacking…but whose isn’t? Even if you proclaim to be the most confident person in the world….you’ve got insecurities. I think mine just show more than others.
• I’m blunt. I’m not afraid to call people on things I disagree with. I know this is an off-putting trait…again, I get it from my father.

I’m currently comfortable with my single-mom-slightly mundane lifestyle. I love experiencing life through the eyes of my little man. I love knowing that I’m raising a boy to be a man (and a darn-tooting respectable one if I have ANYTHING to say about it).

Maybe I’ll wake up next to the man of my dreams one day. If and when it happens, I’m sure I’ll be constantly pinching myself in a swooping attempt to wake myself up. If a man exists that can put up with my silly characteristic traits…he must be a saint.

A Passage.

Hindsight is almost always 20-20 for me.

This past weekend, I had the privilege of getting together with old high school classmates. I graduated from high school a little more than a handful of years ago..and up until this past weekend, we had never attempted to get together for a reunion. Why? Beats me. I've heard different responses to this question...but I feel we haven't gotten together just because.

Not gonna lie...I was EXTREMELY apprehensive for the casual-happy-hour reunion. Maybe it was because I was the organizer. Maybe it was because I wasn't the most popular kid in the class. I feared the turnout would be slim. I feared that the people I felt awkward around seven years ago would revert me back to that time, and that I'd feel awkward and out of place all over again.

What happened this past Saturday was a complete and pleasant surprise. People showed up. Do I feel more should've shown up? Sure. But people were still there! We almost had two dozen in attendance. It was great!

I think a person would be on the verge of insanity if they didn't admit that kids in high school aren't kind. In fact, kids in high school are down-right cruel. However, on Saturday I didn't feel the least bit awkward. I was able to catch up, and slowly realized how much each and every person in attendance had grown up.

An English teacher my freshman year of high school constantly went ON and ON about experiencing passages during life. Graduation high school (passage). Getting married (passage). Living on your own (passage)...you get the picture. It's a mindset that (at the time) you think "yeah, yeah yeah..passage schmassage!" But it's amazing to look back and realize how much people grow as time passes.

I'm so thankful I was able to catch-up with a few familiar faces last weekend...hopefully next time, others will show up and more fun will be had!

The Singles.

I was recently told how much I proclaim being a singleton, and how often I state I want to date. Yes, it's true. I tell just as many people in real life about my yearn for dating a respectable guy as much as I tell all y'all.

I guess my justification is simple. How would others know to keep an eye out for me if they didn't know I was looking?

Yup, I'm officially a genius.

I've been asked "Why not try online dating?"...obviously, they don't read my blog OR know me in real life...I've been "trying" online dating for just about two years...and we all know what happened there.
So, as of today, I remain single. I'm comfortable with my routine, and find myself wondering if I could even fit a new man into my life... Ha! I'd like to meet a decent guy first before I worry about things "fitting."
Peeps...if you know a single man in your life, send him my way! Don't let the fact that I'm a single mom deter you from keeping me as an option. Let the single guy make the decision for himself...cool?

...This was a good talk.

Good Times, Great Oldies.

Well kids, I didn't come home with the Championship T-shirt...but we SURE DID PLACE FIRST IN THE FUN FACTOR. We also had a great "Team America" moment after the game at the bar. When we arrived, we saw a rival team hanging out on the bar patio...so what did we do? We put all ten patio tables together and joined them! (this is why I love the team I play with...they're really cool people).

As I headed home from a great night, the realization of my stupidity began to overcome me. I had pulled a BRILLIANT move and locked my keys in my car (and totally gave myself an internal high-five when I realized it). Thankfully, other teammates are more on top of their game than me, and were generous enough to utilize their AAA for me!! After a few short minutes, my car was unlocked and I was free to go on my way.

....reason #13842987944 why I NEVER LOCK MY CAR.

I'm TOO EXCITED TO SLEEP.

Today I refuse to allow a dark cloud to rain on my life. In lieu of more layoffs announced at work, I'm going to fill y'all in on some exciting things I'm looking forward to in the near future (I can tell you're chomping at the bit too...don't kid yourself)

1) Getting my bike back! (YAHOO) I've recently started biking quite a bit in my free time. However, a blown inner-tube and a much needed tune up has caused me to live sans-my bike for the better part of the past week. I should be able to pick it up nice and early Saturday morning...and I'm SOOO EXCITED!

2) Fun Fest. What is Fun Fest? It's a little get-together I helped put together for my high school graduating class. I organized the location, and even got us a few drink specials! We're going to be spending our Saturday afternoon soaking up the sun, catching up with one another and drinking cheap beer...and IT'S NOT GOING TO BE BECAUSE OF A FUNERAL. Yeah, I'm super stoked. So much so that I'm planning on making this a yearly gathering.

3) Softball Playoffs. If you don't already know, I've played on (pretty much) the coolest co-ed softball team in the state of Minnesota for the past 5+(?) years. The only area our team needs improving on is play-off success. This year, we've actually made it to the SECOND ROUND! WHOOP WHOOP! Don't get me wrong, we always finish first in the "fun" and "most beer consumed before, during and after the game" departments. Hopefully I'll come home tonight with a Championship T-Shirt (and if we do, I promise I'll take a pic of me WEARING IT and share it with the three of you who read this...Again, please contain your excitement).

4) The lack of technology in my life. Yes, you read that right...I'm actually excited about NOT having cable and a queue of DVR programs waiting for me at home. It has made my life so much more peaceful and enjoyable. Maybe it's the fact that I won't be shelling out little man's college fun for the sake of television that's making me happy..I can't be too sure.

5) Meeting for coffee. An awesome person is in town this week and I am so lucky that she has time to meet me for coffee. Maybe I'm excited because it feels good to be asked to meet for something simple and delightful like coffee. Maybe I'm excited because she rocks. Either way, I'm excited...so you should be too (hehe).

Hope today finds all of my Internet friends well.

A Sight...

Driving home from work yesterday...I witnessed something that brought a single tear of excitement to my eye. It's something the state of MN doubted...but I feel it will be something the state of MN will embrace for many, many years to come.

I'm lucky enough to drive by the erection of a grand ballpark on a daily basis.

Here's what I saw that brings butterflies to my stomach....



The Twins Scoreboard has the team name up and glaring at highway passer-by's.

It's an awesome sight...just awesome!!

Burned.

For those of you who don't have the pleasure of knowing me in person...I've pretty much got the whitest skin of anyone you've ever met. I make Powder look tan.
I can thank my Irish ancestors for generously passing on their pale-skin genes.
The weather in MN has been PERFECT if you're one who enjoys spending time in the sun. We're in the midst of a fairly serious drought, but the sun....it's AWESOME!
This past Saturday I was visiting with a friend, and we sat out on her deck chit-chatting and soaking up some rays. Not once did I think to lather up in sunscreen, although, I managed to remember to apply a bunch of SPF 50 on little man.
After basking for approximately two hours, we headed home, and both myself and little man took approximately 3-hour naps. The sun had taken every bit of energy from me, so I desperately needed to replenish (as did little man, apparently).
When I woke up I could literally feel the burn. I kid you not, it looks like I'm wearing a white spaghetti strap tank top (please, don't be jealous).

The best part about my awesome tan is the reaction I've received from people.

It goes a little something like this:
People: (GASP) "WHAT HAPPENED?!?!"
Me: "I was outside on Saturday."
People: "OMG! You are SO SUN BURNED!"
Me: "Yeah, I know."
People: "Didn't you put on sunscreen?"
Me: "Apparently not."
People: "Why not?"
Me: "Because, I didn't think about it...." (responding while internally rolling my eyes because YES, I SHOULD'VE BEEN WEARING SUNSCREEN, THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL REALLY REALLY REALLY SMART)

Was it the healthiest move I've made? Of course not. I've suffered people, no need to lecture. Yes, I'll at least put on SPF 15 before my next "chit-chat session" outside on a beautiful day....But I'll be darned if I'm the palest chick by the end of this summer.

Happy Monday!