Ok, I pulled out the mental rut somehow but still deep in the physical rut. But I am grateful that I am not as grouchy as last month, though still have some of the those moments now and then.
Since the holiday season is approaching us, (creeping up on me suddenly), the mall are closing later which means that I get to go out and walk around in the mall with my hubby.. yeah.. (I think that's why I am feeling better) and a few days ago, just passing by the cosmetic counter I suddenly said, wait... I want a red red red lipstick! Lucky the Lancome counter because I stopped right at that moment and the very nice saleswoman pushed a new red lip gloss in my face. I don't care for lip gloss... I yearned the very very very Chanel red, fire-truck red, the retired London bus red and the good woman produced the reddest red among the jungle of colors there. I tried it on, first thought, I need to learn how to put on lipstick properly, second thought, I look HOT, and third thought, do I look like a hooker? I turned around and looked at hubby and he said its nice. (Personally, I think he would say nice to anything to get me to get out of my crabby mood) and the sales was made. OK, unemployed for 12 months and I shouldn't be splurging like that... even though I was not the one paying for it. Anyhow, with the new lipstick in my pocket I walked around the mall frantically searching for anything that gives me reflections. Outwardly I thought I looked overly made up since its about 10pm and everyone was out with their sweat shirts and I have crimson tomato fire truck red on my lips. But inwardly I am LOVING IT. First red, actually second red lipstick in my life, the first was when I was 16 and it was prom. But that was nothing compared to this one. Back at home, I waited for 3 days to open my new purchase and I can't wait to put it on. You are right, I did and I was at home. Its not those try it on and take it off but I am wearing it around the house. Hell yeah.. I need some color and fun in my life. I need fire, I need excitement and yes, I am flamboyant. Laugh or snicker at my vanity. Personally I think you are just jealous!
Update: Went to an interview... didn't make the cut. Weight down to 170lbs.
