-Thinking you're part of a conversation that you're actually not. I'll just go run away to my bike now, thanks.
-How angular/ungraceful my Zumba moves are. I'm great at the robot?
-Listening to my backyard neighbor blast his own flavor of backcountry rock music. But he's not there. So just for me then? Okay.
-Not knowing what you want for a hair cut when you sit in the chair. Uh, I have no plans. Ever.
-Tripping on your own heels at work, then laughing at yourself. Then realizing no one saw you but now they are watching and wondering why you're laughing.
-Not caring how bad I am at Zumba and going for the first time last night. Zumba > running. Any day!
-Getting my watch from Meggie's Love. I love love love it.
-The cut of this shirt, which is why you were quite very blessed with a bum shot. Yep.
-My neighbor's friend's explanation of Zumba: "it's just like school dances" only it's not. It's way better.
-Still getting a fabulous hair cut and color even though you have no plan. Which is why I return time and again. And for the laughs.
-"Just a Kiss" by Lady Antebellum. Can't stop listening to it.
-The mystery date that my Mister has planned for us tomorrow night. I'm supposed to wear comfortable and pretty clothes. Any guesses what it is? I have ruled out hiking, sky diving, and meeting Kate Middleton.
-Our dinner which was cottage cheese. With a dash of pepper. We're 80. Oh wait, was that awkward? Let me introduce you to my box of All Bran.