Post-weekend reflections!

Cool cucumber slices. Mash and add to chill, spiced curd. A packet of Lays. Why didn’t anybody tell me this was an absolutely yummylicious combo??

I have to tone up. The realization struck me this morning as I stood braying in the shower. I don’t wanna look unsightly and ungainly on THE day. Ok, it’s not MY day, but it’s still THE day.

And just cos it’s THE day, I have given myself the license to go overboard and indulge myself. Yesterday, I got myself a cool mint oil massage. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm……………mmmmmmmmmmmm………..mmmmmmmmm…….. it was…..* drool* ok, certain words are not mentionable at work place.

I tell you I was born in the wrong era as the wrong person. I shoulda been born in those days when princesses with upturned noses ruled. Ok, I don’t have an upturned nose, but if I had been born then, my nose woulda been in vogue too.

Anyways the massage was --------=--. Next week, me will get myself a manicure and pedicure. Now, if you are thinking what a worldly creature I am, guess what? I am. But then, there’s no rule that tells me that I should not be.

Did I know that in the Bible days queens and princesses bathed in milk? I wonder what the experience would have been like…? *makes a mental note to try this out some day * I also happen to know that aloes and cassia and cinnamon and stuff and honey found its way in a bath. The best I’ve had is tepid beer on my hair. And eggs.

Was supposed to make it softer and all, and me being the sucker I am, actually put myself through the torture only to find that my hair stank for miles. Bah! Things do have a way of SOUNDING good until its put into action. The sole purpose of all marketing is to make suckers out of suckers.

Hmpf! Well, what else??

Ooooooooooooooooooh yes! Hot rice. Pork with fat. I had. After a long, long while. Lean pork does not taste half as good as pork floating in fat. I woulda had a lot more except that I was scared of getting pimples before THE day. I’m telling you it’s not easy to be a girl.

But more on that...later!