Wearing: a top knot and lipstick. I can’t be bothered with much more on these balmy days. The weather here has been absolutely magnificent… especially for a June. And July is promising more beauty. For me, that means spending as little time on tedious things (like my eyebrows, um…what’s up with those?) and more time walking on the riverfront. But, I’m still a girl. And that means (for me at least) lipstick.
Watching: World Cup. Does that really require more of an explanation? I love this tournament so much. I don’t even mind the people who watch for all the wrong reasons or clamor on at the last minute in the fever pitch that is the “I believe that we will win” campaign. Everybody is welcome. It’s World Cup, the greatest sporting event on the planet. The beautiful game makes me weepy.
However, smack talk about my side and it’s grounds for divorce. I’m in utter denial, but Suarez didn’t bite Chiellini.
No he didn’t. — No. He. Did. Not. Dang it, Suarez… why did you go and bite that guy?
Wondering: I could figure out why this winter’s 15lbs is sticking around despite my walking regime of 30+ miles a week. It’s just hanging around — my MIDDLE — having a convention. Go home, winter weight. You’re drunk.
Wishing: really… not much else. Life is good.