“Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the ‘Titanic’ who waved off the dessert cart.”
― Erma Bombeck
Well, today was one of ‘those’ days. Woke up late for class, waited three hours to take an exam that lasted me a solid 15 minutes, then I realized not only had the front button of my dress come undone, displaying my pale and diminutive bosoms for all the young nerds sitting across from me to stare at…I had developed something called Diaphoresis. Specifically under my arms. Sadly my deodorant was no match for my testing anxiety and the sudden warm weather. Hello sweaty pits, looking lovely aren’t we; sarcasm. So, before I went to my boyfriend’s abode, I felt the overwhelming need to buy new clothes, so I hightailed it to the thrift stores. On an up note, I found new Steve Madden boots for six bucks. Not that they helped my sweaty pits. In fact, I think I developed sweaty calves. #TMI Once back home, I butchered the apples on the counter and made an orange cinnamon apple cobbler with Triple Sec. I will probably soon Google ‘ab challenges’. Just kidding, I’m already dying through one. Ciao Kiddos.