Oh Poor, Poor Decisions

I can't believe this week is almost gone; I feel like it's flown right on by without notice.

Today was a day of poor decisions. I gave in to a lunch craving and ate something I'll regret until my next run or yoga session burns it back off, and wasn't entirely satisfied with the lack of comfortability in my wardrobe choice for the day [I opted for a skirt. Pants would've been much more.... me.]

The weather was also in a pickled mood - it rained on and off for the majority of the day, and then when it came time to start heading away from the work day, it poured just long enough for the surface oil to get super slick, slowing down the commute in the process.

This gal had a much worse day than I did:

ouch. 

We inched past that, and made our way to Kroger for a grocery stop. On the way out, I stopped by Redbox, and made my next-to-last poor decision for the day:

yeah.. you already know where this is heading. 

In Ali's defense, she cautioned me against watching this movie in any setting other than holed in a room by myself with a box of tissues where I could cry uncontrollably and as loud as required to finish this thing.

Well, I did just that - the crying part - but dragged poor Rob along with me [his volunteering = his poor decision for the day] for the 90 minute journey through the book-turned-movie tale of Hazel Grace Lancaster and Augustus Waters.

That being said, you've been warned.

For now, I hope you know I write these entries more-so for my own recollection down the road, but I enjoy reaching out to anyone who may bother to read them, as well. Have a wonderful evening!

xo | cmd