Anyone seen my Palmolive?

“Your good friend has just taken a piece of cake out of the garbage and eaten it. You will probably need this information when you check me into the Betty Crocker Clinic.”

I detested those women; the women (a few years ago) that constantly referred to their lives as a Sex and the City episode.  More than that....the women that bought the "I'm a Carrie" or "I'm a Charlotte" tee shirts?

Come on now.

But tonight.  Ahhhh, tonight.  I was a full-on Miranda. I'm specifically speaking of the episode where Miranda was having a love affair with her chocolate cake; she couldn't stop eating it, so she threw it in the garbage. Then, she found herself eating it out of the top of the garbage can, so she squeezed Palmolive on it, so she wouldn't eat it anymore.

The crazy meter is pegged.  Full tilt red.

If you've never seen Sex and the City, then you should just skip this post, because the irony will not strike and my tales of embarrassment will not be nearly as funny as if you haven't seen this particular episode.

Today, I had the most perfect Saturday I've had in a long time.  I met a new client (and closed the deal! Yay, me! Yay,!) in the Gables, came home and spent a few hours at the pool with my neighbors, then settled in bed for a few hours of American-Idol-catching-up-Facebooking-built-in-with-a-little work.  

Earlier today, as I packed my cooler for the pool, I threw in some pretzel M & Ms.  New favorite obsession, and since I allow myself very little in the way of sweets (nor am I a big fan of chocolate), it was a treat to have it at the pool.  Whatever, it's dumb, but that's me.  I like my chocolate cold, so I put the package in the cooler.  The end.

Well, I didn't eat them at the pool.  I saved them for later, emptied the cooler, sat the M&Ms on the kitchen counter and went on with my evening.

As with all temptation, you always reach for it at the EXACT TIME you're not supposed to, right?  It's nearly 10pm, wayyyyyyy past the food cutoff time (8pm for me, usually), and ABSOLUTELY not the time for chocolate! I head to the kitchen to give Chester his before-bed treat and what do I reach for?

Not a glass of water. 

Back to the boudoir (I don't normally work in bed, unless it's a weekend, then I just do a few 'catch up' things), and go to finish up the last of my work and I open up my M&Ms to enjoy them while I finished.

I open up the bag, reach in for (what had planned to be) a yummy mouthful of pretzely-choco goodness.  As I'm reaching into the bag, I'm tilting it, ever-so-slightly and it feels a little on the damp side....when all of a sudden...

Watery chocolate.

All over me, all over my face (oh yes, I didn't actually 'believe' the bag was full of water from the cooler, so I decided to throw 'er down the hatch, anyway), all over my hands, all over my CALVIN KLEIN DUVET COVER BEDDING....everywhere.

I ran into the bathroom to quickly clean up the catastrophe; caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, complete with a runny chocolate chin and watery-chocolate spots and spills all over my pjs.

Pure glam.

Today, things are going to change.

For all of you who have been up and down and up and down and up and DOWWWWWWWWN the scale, SOUND OFF It's a time when being 'up' can certainly bring you DOWN!  You've been there.  We've all been there.

I won't let it bring me down, though.  Instead, I'm going to reach for my OxyClean stain lifter, pick up my pride, drink a big bottle of water and then....

Make use of the Planet Fitness coupon I got in the mail today.

Toma's Favorite Song Album Today: SkinnySongs - great idea, Heidi! Excellent motivation!!