The implementation of the EMI (Early Morning Initiative) went into breakdown this morning. Apparently, in order for all units (meaning me) to function properly (meaning get out of bed at 5 a.m.), we must take drastic measures to assure proper rest. So, starting tonight, we will strictly adhere to a newly implemented EBI (Early Bedtime Initiative) and will politely decline invitations to events such as (for example) candle parties wherein multiple bottles of wine and really good food is served and I don’t get home until after 10 p.m.
In other words, I owe Kathy and Jody lunch again. Who, me? Dedicated?
Stupid candle party. I purposefully left the checkbook at home so as not to buy gaudy candles and crystal holders… yadda yadda yadda…. I then agreed to host one of my own in one month so I could get free candles and crystal holders. I am a movable pawn. I am a lowly bottom player in a pyramid scheme. I am easily swayed by perfumey smells of ginger and cardamom and glitzy tealight holders. But the tealights will look so nice in my new yoga room (with unscented candles, of course)….
Let’s face it… I’m a sucker.
And we can’t blame it on my blondeness anymore, because now I’m a brunette.
In other (better) news, my hairstylist wants to work out a trade: personal yoga sessions for all the hairstyling I want. Which means I could possibly change my haircolor monthly instead of quarterly! My esthetician wants in on the action, too. This means I will be completely hairlesss at all time with flawless skin. My friend who’s a wine rep wants to trade wine for yoga.
This is fabulous news.