1. Let loose. Deodorant? Optional. Pants? Not necessary. Clipping my toenails on the couch and forgetting about them till morning? Of course. I haven't showered in three days. I've busted out the granny panties. My room is a cross between Forever 21 and Hurricane Katrina. I haven't even deigned to make the bed... or shave.
I guess I feel like I have to live by example when he's here (love ya, babe). If he sees me throwing my clothes around the room like a blind hummingbird, well... he's probably to take the chaos to a new mannish level. But when he's gone, I take my normal anal-like tendencies and kick 'em to the curb.
2. Make new habits. This morning I woke up and decided that I'm going to do lunges, squats, and wall slides before I get ready every day. I started sleeping with a pillow between my legs cause my mom told me my knees would get knobby if I don't. I (kinda sorta) decided to take us off soda (don't hold me to this one). I also bought a pack of floss yesterday while at Wal-Mart. Who am I?
3. Decorate. I haven't actually started this yet, but I did find a few delightful goodies at GoodWill. I was also entirely too close to buying a neon yellow and orange men's shirt today for 50 cents, just because I could. Amuuurricah!
4. Eat my body weight. In crap. Good lord, this isn't unusual. Normally, however, I try to disguise the 300-lb whale wallowing in my belly. I mean, the hubs doesn't need to see that his wife has the stomach of forty men, does he?