Huh. I came into my bedroom to finish reading a deliciously debaucherous romance two hours ago.
I only just woke up because my Mum was on the phone wanting to talk about poop quality, cardio, and zumba. (How’s that for a rough awakening!)
Unfortunately, when I went for my impromptu nap, I had just painted my nails this fabulous deep red… And now my nails are looking like I paid a cat to paint them for me. What I wouldn’t give to own more quick-dry nail-polishes!!
So why was I sleeping at 8pm (ie. Grandma o’Clock?)
Well, one of the flaties moonlights as a gym instructor, and she was nice enough to invite me to their new gym class release party… So I pretty much did three hours of HARD work today. (And countless squat and lunge tracks.)
That’s a big tick on my ‘Exercise’ column today. Along with a large tick in my ‘Oh God The Pain’ column.
Anyway, if you’ll excuse me, I have some nail polish to wash out of my sheets! (Also my deliciously trashy romance to finish.)