Best day.

Man. Seriously, the best.

Today was my complete and utter happy place.  My natural personality and my ADD got to just be exactly as they are and do exatly what they wanted to do.  All day long. 

I slept in.

(But not too late.)

Watched tv with Wern.

(Wimbledon. First time ever. She taught me how the scoring works, what the big tournaments are, what a slice and pass are, how Roger Federer revolutionized the game and we cheered cheered cheered as he almoooost came back and won what would've be his 18th "Grand Slam" win.  I have wanted to understand/care about at least one of these big sporting events for a long time. Wern's physical attraction/love for our boy Roger made this possible today. )

Got in my car and drove down the street just to get a latte to enjoy during my Wimbledon lesson. 

Later told mom id have to call her back because "I was in the middle of watching a routine on 'So You Think You Can Dance' and it was really emotional."

(I actually did start crying when the routine was over. Wern promptly started laughing at me and then proceeded to encourage and comfort me perfectly after I told her the reason I was crying was bc it reminded me of my "situation" in which I was currently feeling embarassed for thinking that my feelings meant anything compared to someone who has been in a relationship for 10 years. Seriously, she said just what I needed to hear and the dance was just the right trigger to get it all out. Girlfriends are a gift from god.)

Cleaned my car, my kitchen, bought multiple miscellaneous items I have been wanting to purchase for years.

(Blender, toaster, new shower caddy, fancy shampoo someone posted about on instagram, etc.)

Recaulked my shower and kitchen countertops.

(Also at least a year and a half overdue.)

Read alllll about delta's silver medallion status and learned super sneaky tricks of the frequent flier trade. 

Worked out like a badass.

(With my butt cheeks maybe slightly visible to my neighbors and without giving a fuck.)

Danced and had the best orgasm in the shower because Chris Brown was blaring so loud from my portable speaker that I just couldn't help myself.

(My glutes will be sore tomorrow and I will not be sure if it is due to my badass workout or Chris Brown singing about fuckin till we get it right...)

Had a last minute gift idea for the birthday party I last minute decided to go to and was able to dig the beautiful gift right out of my back yard.

(She will love it....when she sobers up....if she remembers I gave it to her.)

I drank a beer on the way to the party with no shame.

(My love for my road sodas is one of my favorite things about me. I don't know why.)

I got a shot of Jameson, slice of sweet potato pie, cornhole win, and a "wow, no way you are 31" within 30 minutes of arriving at said party. 

I easily and confidently (and yet kindly and lovingly) told a guy with whom id had considerable witty banter that no, I did not want to "get his number" because I was pretty sure we wouldn't work. "Okay, take it easy," he said. 

I talked to Angela and Lizzie, both while checking out incredible #skyporn (thank you Genevieve) and tell them with deep authenticity how proud I was of them. 

Now I sit here, typing away, feeling sexy and beautiful in my striped tight skirt and hipster tank. Today, today, today. I needed this so badly. 

I am new and powerful and happy. 

I am alive.