Command Me, Oh Wise One

Sometimes, it's nice to have other people make decisions for you. I'm in one of those moods again where I don't exactly know what I want to do with myself. I would be completely happy wrapping myself burrito-style into my blanket and zoning out to whatever romantic comedy happens to be playing for the 18th time on TBS (fingers crossed, please be Serendipity) only to wake up mid-morning on the couch wondering how I could have wasted another night away.

But I have a friend who won't let me do that. Apparently, I have a strict regiment to follow.

1. She has decided that I will go home after work, hit the gym, and then pack an overnight bag before heading to her house.

2. From there, we will see a movie and brush up on our DDR skills at a nearby theater.

3. In the morning, we will head to our favorite mani/pedi locale for some much needed nail upkeep and...

4. finally, take on the all-important responsibility of being the hottest, tannest poolside babes at her condo's community pool.

Well, what can I say besides "Yes m'am, I'm up for that task." It's so hard being me, it's a good thing I have someone to tell me how to do it.