it's the story, of a lovely lady...

I’ve had a nasty cold since Sunday that I can’t seem to shake. Ever since I stopped working out as consistently, my immune system has been on the fritz. Also, much of my summer clothing no longer fits, since I was in considerably better shape last summer. We’ve been a little tight on cash lately (two cross-country flights and an emergency computer purchase drained us), so instead of getting new clothes I’ve had to be creative with what I’ve got. This has lead to a very tight rotation of shirts and pants.

In an effort to sleep as late as possible, I usually decide what I’m going to wear the night before, but at that point I’m usually half asleep already and in the morning it’s too dark to make sure the selection works. Most of the time I can pull this off, but there are occasional disasters, like today: I’m wearing a western/seventies-ish shirt I bought off a sale rack a few years ago, which, along with my untamed mop of hair and puffy face (head cold) has left me looking like a heftier Greg Brady after an all-night bender. There’s nowhere to hide under the fluorescent lights of Corporate America.