I really wish I had something to share with you today, but I don’t.  Other than I am wearing a pair of pants I purchased at Target for $10. (They’re not new; I bought them awhile ago, but their chic teal pinstripe in a sea of chocolate and cuffed hems have quickly made them a favorite in my wardrobe.)

See?  I just wasted seconds of your life with that drivel.

Other than having the worst hair day known to man today (I am THIIIIISclose to letting it grow out or getting a perm), today’s been pretty sweet.  Working banker’s hours today due to a long day on Friday; got a long overdue visit from a coworker who promises to visit me EVERY DAY, but he finally made an appearance today; my tummy hurts from the pilates I kicked my own ass with yesterday.

I’m just better.

I listened to “Grease: You’re the One That I Want” last night.  I say listened because I couldn’t be in the same room with it.  Since when did big vibratos come back into style?  And why are we all sounding like Ethel Merman all of a sudden?  And where in the hell are all the talented men?!  It was painful, to say the least.

I read in a magazine this weekend that a medical study suggests that drinking a cup of tea after every meal can help you lose up to 80 lbs a year.  Rest assured, I’ve stocked up.

It’s a good day.