i hate hate-day.

i hate days you wake up, shower and end up staring into the useless and scary abyss that is your closet. before you know it your husband is checking the clock to see exactly how long you've been standing there... it ends up taking you seventeen minutes to pick out an outfit that looks like it was laying on the floor from your weekend out in the yard. you should never weigh yourself on days like that. you should eat lots of 'phish food' and hang out in sweats all day and maybe possibly if you're feeling motivated enough you can actually do your hair... you should have easy access to a bathroom. and a butler. you shouldn't be required to actively coordinate spring layers or find pants that fit over that water retention blob you call a belly. and you definately shouldn't wear too-small-for-your-feet-but-too-dang-cute-not-to-buy shoes. it's just wrong to get toe blisters on a day like hate day. only a day like that could make you toss the too-cute-too-small shoes. hate shoes day. hate bloating day. hate *ugh* everything day. can't wait for tomorrow. i need new shoes.