TGIF...ARRGGGHHH!!

Hey Beautiful Folks,

So, it's Friday!!! This used to mean something very specific to me. All my friends know that I was highly suspect to be a "no show" if they had a big event on a Friday. Why? Because Friday was my "do nothing, chill VERY hard" day. My routine was simple: go to work, come home and have my drink du jour while rubbing the dog and watching a movie (or Food Network). After a week of going, going, going, there was just nothing better. I could care less about a date, a party, a potluck...nope.."LET THEM WAIT!" (channeling my inner James Earl Jones). Friday was ALL mine!

Damn, things have changed..When I signed up to do the show, I knew I had to get my mind right. I was under no illusions. I should probably mention now that my Friday routine included the tuxedo torte from Treasure Island...it's layers of white and dark chocolate mousse between cake finished with a beautiful semi sweet ganache. I knew our love affair had to end but I still miss that sassy bitch. And then I started going to Friday evening classes and really thought I was doing something. But now we've started having PT sessions on Friday. So, now I get home in just enough time to change my clothes and walk out to go meet the girls at the gym. Every Friday, I wake up like "yes! it's Friday" and then am sobered by the realization that by the time I sit down that night, I'll be a stinky, sweaty, beet red mess whose ass is hurting and whose limbs want to retire to a nice island in Hawaii where exercise doesn't exist--but whose mind won't let it! And you know it's really crazy, but I LOVE IT!!!

My Fridays are shot to hell, my hair is always a hot mess, I'm always sore, I only dream about sex because I'm too tired to actually do it and I eat sweet potatoes for a living instead of my torte. And I can't be certain, but I have a working theory that every single one of us: Vicki, Monique, Robin, Elena, Bea and myself...are completely batshit crazy!! I'm going to dedicate some time (when I have energy) to properly diagnose all of us so we can get the help we need:-) In the meantime, we'll have to make do with our blood, sweat, tears and blind faith that we are indeed BABs!! We're going from ashy to classy girls!!!! Let's get it!!

P. S. Shout out to chocolate chip cookies! I miss you too, boo;-)