A Day in the Life...

Highlights of the day:

• This morning, I suppose I turned off my alarm in my sleep. Mind you, I set two, because 1) I'm paranoid about so many things (I really wanted to say myriad here...enter the fact that I write for a living) that you do not even want to ask me to list them and 2) I have this nagging habit of hitting the snooze button one - or five -too many times. Anyways, I guess this is when my biological clock kicked in and I just woke up bright-eyed and bushy tailed, totally like Cinderella, on time. Gah, I rock sometimes.*
• There was a slight emergency at the abode this evening, and in my usual i-rock-sometimes* manner, I successfully googled how to remove ginormous grease stains from cute little seersucker shorts and succeeded. 
• I scored a free yogurt parfait from Chick-fil-a for lunch. Granted, I only took one bite because, according to my daily plate, I'd surpassed my sugar intake for the day...by 11:00 am. So basically, it all boiled down to the fact that I'm cheap and looooooove free stuff. 
• Tonight was Beatles night on American Idol. About this, I was a little nervous, because I love the Beatles more than I love free stuff, if you get my drift. So I knew it would go one of two ways - either the creative genius of the participants would come out and I'd swoon over each rendition (because I could totally dominate Cara when it comes to judging contestants) or I'd have to quit watching the show so I wouldn't go into a full-on rage. It was the former of the two. Ah, thank heavens.
• And lastly, because Whitney, one of my college roommates, is a scaredy cat. I mean, okay, rightly so because she lives in a big, old house with tons of creepy stuff and ghosts, but really, this was funny. This is her facebook status this a.m..."so the dogs heard something outside at 6 am, started barking, and I freaked. Freaked as in I was positive a group of robbers/murderers were in my house and my only defense was to poise myself in front of my locked bedroom door with gun in hand. And who did I call? My mom, who then drove the 10 minutes (at 6 am mind you) to come save me from the nonexistent robbers/murderers. Awesome." Don't worry, Fogle, it was just the ghosts. 

Now, we won't mention the fact that Oliver Purnell resigned as basketball coach for Clemson, or the fact that my daisy is dying, or even the fact that I saw a tornado-like dust cloud of pollen swirling around outside today. Nah...because today was a wonderful day full of sunshine, beach-like weather and this awesome yoga video I found on the Internet. 'Night y'all.

* I don't really rock, I just felt like making people think I'm cooler than I really am.