The art of being Angelique::J and his habits::Fall

I’ve gotten addicted to sugar pedicures. I just love the way my feet feel after a cute little woman has scrubbed her way up to my knees with oil soaked sugar granules! That aside, things have been good. It’s taken a while to get back into the usual rhythm of things. J and I are hitting on all pistons.

I had breakfast with the boys today, a rarity, as they tend to male bond over cooked chicken embryos first thing in the morning. It’s something about that time that sets their mood for the day, and I don’t want to ALWAYS interfere with male bonding time, but it’s nice to be invited for a change–as if women everywhere can celebrate this step forward!

I don’t want my sarcasm to undermine it, nor do I want to go every morning (eggs, cheese, hashbrowns and sausage do far more damage to my butt than theirs!), but thanks men.

I’ve been in a major shopping spree for dresses. Opera tickets are looming not far in the distance and I want to look smashing for it. The other J is seeing someone so that leaves out only S, who is uninterested (burned once too many times) in romance, and C, who deserves the most incredible woman alive. If you know her, please pass along my blog. I have decided to be his champion, as if that man needs one.

J is back to a grueling workout habit, mirrored, of course!, in S’s. Something about the looming fall that always sends them outside to work, grunt and generally toil about outdoors. Fall sends me shopping and considering, I don’t know, wardrobe changes. I’m still able to keep my figure, but only because J feeds me, and in so, I avoid almost everything that can possibly do me harm.

Who knew I’d learn to love granola? I don’t tell him I ate pizza for lunch. How else will I keep these great boobs? Surgery is not the way, thanks.

I know I’ve been terrible about updating, but I’ll make the effort to do better. I think its the weather and these men, I find myself wanting to be outside more too.

xxoo
Angelique