I slipped and fell on my bathroom floor this morning, trying to put on tights. For an ex-dancer, I’m lacking in grace.
No, not that kind of dancer. Though I am probably covered in glitter right now from a fancy water bottle accident.
No, I was not involved in any sort of girl fight.
My phone didn’t charge last night.
Had to throw out my hard boiled eggs; no good. So there goes my lunch. And it’s a super late night, because I have a teletherapy appointment right after work.
On the bright side, I did buy a sweater in size small that fits me. It was clearance, couldn’t resist. It is leopard print. RrrrrOWr.
Have a nice afternoon 😉
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