I’m a tad PMS-y today. I was already a little teary this morning. I fought with the actively indifferent gum-cracking reception girl at the gym. Apparently the gym policy has changed overnight and now I must show my gym card to obtain a towel. Being the sweaty cardio monster that I am, I NEED a towel. I admit I was a little ornery. I did not want to go back to the change room, open my locker, rifle for my gym card and hand it to the gum-cracking towel gatekeeper. It wouldn’t have been a big deal but sometimes I’m just a bit bitchy and if you are going to randomly change rules overnight there should be a little leeway until people psychically figure out the new policies. I just wanted a towel so that I could run on the treadmill, blow off some steam, and maybe get some of my PMS crazies out.

The new thrifty lean times are getting to me a little. Although I am enjoying my potato soup filled days, (The Sweetie makes an excellent potato soup) I must admit that I am missing a few things. I miss reading magazines in my bubble bath. I loved that ritual. Magazines are too expensive and frivolous now that I am hardcore thrifty girl.  I feel huge lust for these Swedish Hasbeens and I admit that I feel a little wistful that they can’t be mine. Nothing cures the PMS blues like a funky clunky pair of  clogs. And perhaps a giant chocolate pie in bed under the covers.

These are my problems of the day.

Good timing for me to see this .

Very true, very wise, and now I can feel like a shallow ingrate while dreaming of the cute shoes that won’t be mine and deciding who to pick a fight with next.

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