Today started pretty bad. I woke up, looked in the mirror and said to myself: “I look like a corpse!” Then I remembered that today I’m dieting, like for real, and that made it all worse. But then I took a great shower, got dressed, put some make-up on and listened to some really bad Romanian music. I wouldn’t know if the make-up or the bad music was responsible for the change, but I suddenly started to feel better and better…
I’m going home today and am preparing for a great weekend: beauty salon on Saturday morning, some shopping later, lots of rollerblading, some time spent with my friend Oana, visiting my father, probably going out a little and some reading. Mmmm, heaven!
Yesterday I had another conversation with Viorel on the “wife must cook” theme. Of course, if I don’t know how to cook I am a handicapped woman! Right!!! I think I got tired of this and will never try to talk to him about this again. It makes me wanna kill him. I mean, if cooking is actually the most important thing in a marriage, why not hire a chef? Firing people is much easier! And less expensive: no lawyer needed!
I would actually love to prepare a breakfast in bed for my husband on a weekend morning or cook him dinner and choose a great wine for it sometime, but I would really not love to be obliged to come home after 10 hours at the office and cook – my second job.
Other then that, my morning was beautiful! And the day will be the same. Yet I can’t wait to put my rollerblades on tomorrow! It will be the first time this year. Today a lot of rollerblading people passed by me and I felt just as I used to feel when I was 5 and saw someone eating ice cream!