my suburban diary: lookin’ my best

if you know me at all, you know i don’t sit still for long, even on the weekends when that is exactly part of what one should do. i’m usually out and about running errands or doing chores around the house, gettin’ to all that stuff i neglected during the week. included in that list is almost always at least one workout to keep myself in check.

well, several months back i had popped on over to orangetheory for an early morning class one saturday. in typical fashion, afterwards i also took grace on a nice stroll through the neighborhood and then showered off for the rest of the day. however, that particular saturday had “the rest of the day” start with a nap. i am usually not a weekend napper, but clearly my body was telling me i was due for some much needed rest, so i threw on my long, fuzzy, pink robe and curled up for a snooze.

hours later (who knows exactly how many) i was jolted awake by grace’s barks. someone had rung the bell, and since phillip was out doing his own thing, i raced down the stairs, big hair flying everywhere (and i mean EVERYWHERE). i can only imagine how i looked to my neighbor when i flung the door open! she, too, was slightly taken aback since it was the middle of the day and had certainly never seen me in this state. i can only hope there weren’t drool trails down the sides of my face!

i eventually got my bearings, engaged in a brief conversation that was more than socially acceptable in length, and promptly went back upstairs to finish my nap. so, if answering the front door in my robe was on my bucket list, i guess i can mark it off now!