Oh, damn it, I forgot that Tim's co-worker (who I've never met) is coming over after work because he's buying Tim's old, extremely decrepit motorcycle because he rebuilds them for fun. Tim just texted me to remind me about 5 minutes ago. Anyway, since I forgot Dude is coming over, I just got done exercising and I am a sweaty, unholy, probably stinky mess. There isn't enough time to shower, so I'm trying to figure out how best to mitigate my nastiness* so I can meet Dude and then slink away in sweaty shame.
(I feel like this happened in Little Women, after Meg got married. But she was trying to make jelly instead of exercising, and her husband just randomly brought a dude home after work. There was no motorcycle.) (A motorcycle really would have livened up Little Women.)
*(Tentative plan: [1] STOP SWEATING; [2] wash face; [3] put makeup on; [4] put on unstinky clothes, including a bra; [5] put baseball hat on nasty sweaty unwashed hair; [6] try not to die of shame.)
And step 1 is really the key to the whole plan, y'all. So my autonomic nervous system can cut it out ANY TIME NOW.
Or the time in Anne of Green Gables when the famous author arrived.
And step 1 is really the key to the whole plan, y'all. So my autonomic nervous system can cut it out ANY TIME NOW.
The best guarantee for making sure I continue to sweat is needing really badly to stop sweating.
Steph, I feel certain you're not as unholy gross as you think you are. Dude works on old bikes; he's been sweaty and grimy before.
I just discovered there's a place on campus that delivers freshly made cookies, and my house is in their delivery range. I - an unemployed diabetic - just ordered six cookies to be delivered to my house. This is simply inexcusable of me, and yet, I regret nothing.
I am fairly stanky. I was due for a shower anyway, and then I exercised. Plus my legs are hairy, so I had to pull on yoga pants, which is awful when you're hot and sweaty -- but not as bad as putting on a bra when you're hot and sweaty.
But I am now presentable. For some definitions of the word.
Sometimes you just gotta cookie. That's the monster in me.
I agree with Zen, Tep, you are probably not as nasty-seeming as you think.
Y'all! TIm's co-worker BROUGHT HIS DOG. I got to pet a dog for like 20 minutes straight. SO HAPPY.
*(Tentative plan: [1] STOP SWEATING; [2] wash face; [3] put makeup on; [4] put on unstinky clothes, including a bra; [5] put baseball hat on nasty sweaty unwashed hair; [6] try not to die of shame.)
Or the time in Anne of Green Gables when the famous author arrived.
[7] Do NOT dye your nose red.
Y'all! TIm's co-worker BROUGHT HIS DOG. I got to pet a dog for like 20 minutes straight. SO HAPPY.
Yay! And probably extra-salty with a slight additional fragrance is a major plus for an audience of dog!
I'm on the Rec Committee at work and we're doing a soup and grilled cheese fundraiser later this month. We currently have a strict vegan on staff. Since I bring soy cheese (i.e., lactose-free) for my own sandwiches anyway, I volunteered to make sure we would have vegan cheese and butter. But bread has only just occurred to me. Anybody have recs for a brand of vegan bread that will grill up reasonably well?
