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Last night I made a conscious decision NOT to do laundry, despite the knowledge that all my decent pants were dirty. There was no reason for this beyond pure laziness. I just didn't feel like it. The result being that today I am dressed in a t-shirt and a ratty old pair of pants that are fraying and too tight. The pants are so short that my ankle is visible. Why do I do this crap to myself?
The biggest horror? Who is the first person I see when I arrive at the office? Dan. Dan is the cute, little twenty-something I have a crush on. He's very fit with beautiful blue eyes. He always dresses nicely and he makes killer money. He smiles at me all the time, even in email. Despite my being married and significantly older than him, I LOVE to look at Dan. Mmmmmhhhmmmm. *sigh* So, now he's seen me pretty close to my worst, not that my best is any great shakes to start with. This is punishment for my laziness. At least I'm freshly showered.
The biggest horror? Who is the first person I see when I arrive at the office? Dan. Dan is the cute, little twenty-something I have a crush on. He's very fit with beautiful blue eyes. He always dresses nicely and he makes killer money. He smiles at me all the time, even in email. Despite my being married and significantly older than him, I LOVE to look at Dan. Mmmmmhhhmmmm. *sigh* So, now he's seen me pretty close to my worst, not that my best is any great shakes to start with. This is punishment for my laziness. At least I'm freshly showered.
