I toted Ivan off to nursery school with a big bowl of fruit salad for his Thanksgiving lunch. From there, my day became a lot more exciting. I went to Private Edition (a place where I should spend a lot more time) and had a massage. It was lovely. I totally recommend Andy, who I feel is a real professional with the fanciest fingers in town. Also, while I was at Private Edition, I learned how to use dry shampoo, tested so many perfumes that I am not sure what I smell like (maybe rubbing alcohol and a lily and a ripe, ripe pomegrante), and discussed hair creams. I then waltzed over to the Cotton Mill, where I looked at lovely dresses and decided I definitely needed to incorporate some gold tones into my wardrobe. Now, the downside to to having a massage is that you cannot really try on clothes afterwards as there is no avoiding being rather oily.
At home, I got in a great yoga session and it felt great. There is really no excuse for me not fitting yoga into my schedule, as I am getting quite inflexible. When I picked Ivan up from school, we headed off to Phillip's Toy Mart, where I let Ivan pick out his own toy rifle. This turned out to be a mistake, as the gun was the size of Ivan and he just does not have the physical dexterity to handle it. He has given a whole new meaning to the phrase "gun-slinging". The cat, the furniture, and my left shoulder have paid dearly for my lapse of judgement.
Tomorrow, I am working in the morning, and I am stepping back into the routine. If all goes as planned, I am back on it as of next week.
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