Sebastien Wilcox

Today, after yoga, I ate yogurt. After that tasty little snack, I read People magazine from cover to cover while listening to Madonna. Then, I decided to take a nice, hot bath. I lit a few candles and laid back with a nice glass of Merlot.

After about a 40-minute soak, I got out (gosh, my hands were prune like) and called my best friend and we caught up which was nice.  I could of talked all night, but then remembered that The Bachelorette was on so I said goodbye and ran downstairs.

We must of chatted longer than I thought because when I turned on the TV, the Bachelorette was already handing out roses to the guys who weren’t good kissers. I was really upset by this and had a mini cry. Then, to make matters worse, I had a little tickle in my throat so I turned up the heat as high as it could go and made myself a cup of warm water with honey and watched the last half hour of Sex and The City, the episode where Carrie gets together with Mr. Big.

Then I got the munchies, so I ate a whole box of crackers. I felt guilty and had a mini breakdown. Irrationally, I decided to try on every pair of pants I owned. I went upstairs to my closet and pulled them all out. Every time I tried on a pair, I looked frumpy. The more I tried on, the frumpier I looked. I was devastated. I went downstairs and ate ice cream out of the container. After that, I felt better and curled up with a cheesy romance novel. I fell asleep and I had a dream of my wedding day.

The moral of this post? I need to get in touch with my masculine side.