It's a catch-up, unpack, read the mail, pay the bills, pet the dog, get a fancy mani-pedi-- that kind of day. And have a good workout (I am thinking a quadruple hit of run/abs/arms/squats) because, yikes, after the weekend, I need it. Too much fun and now I must pay, pay, pay.
And, oh, I also must get my driver's license renewed. Really, they shouldn't have sent me the notice three months in advance because it just got buried in the big mess that is my desk. And suddenly tomorrow is the last day. At least I'm not going to the Hollywood DMV. Nightmare. My six year-old scowling mug shot is a direct result of the multitudes of crazies hanging out there. It's a 'eff-you-I-just-want-to-get-the-hell-out-of-here' kind of picture.
Yes, I will remember to flash that lovely smile for the camera this time.