|A coffee from a San Fran trip I'd practically kill for right now.|
DP and I are getting ready to commence this cleanse and in preparation, quit coffee yesterday. Needless to say, I've got a severe case of overall malaise. There's some dread thrown in there too for what we are about to embark upon. Yeeks. Wish me luck.
Not helping my malaise? My (usually) sweet cleaning lady, who comes bi-monthly to work her magic, told me today my hair "not look so good" and then hugged me. And then she laughed, told me again and hugged me again. And then she reached around, held my ponytail in front of my face, pointed to the bottom two inches and proclaimed, "dead". And then laughed again and hugged me again.
I'll bet if I'd had some COFFEE today:
a.) I would've laughed with Maria, said, "I know, right?!" good-naturedly and maybe even hugged her back.
b.) I wouldn't have The Malaise.
c.) I would've been able to think of something clever and funny to write right here.
Instead, I ploy you with pictures of the cutest dogs, courtesy Aspen...
I promise more Aspen stuff soon. Like maybe when I can lift my head without the pounding.