Enter the mind of an obsessive compulsive, anal retentive women in the city. She's turning 30, has a pantry and an uncontrollable need to feed everyone she meets.
Citygirl's hair is uncoiffed and she needs a pedicure.
Published on June 10, 2004 By citygirl In Misc
So I was told I am scheduled to go to Boston for a conference.
The conference I wanted to go to in Chicago is being attended by my boss.

It's not that I don't like Boston. It's that my new baby second cousin was just born and I was hoping to visit. [Yes, a tad selfish, I know.] Hopefully, I can visit my good friend and her daughter (my first foray into being a lamaze coach, thank you very much. [::Citygirl pats self on back::]).

Well, I don't mind the conferences. I learn a few things and practice those networking skills, that I hate. [I'm a geek. I like to sit behind my computer and let my work speak for me. I suppose this is my weakness.]

It just that I've gotten sedentary. I'm just whining. The 90 degree weather with high humidity is making me crabby. My hairs all flat and I now have wings that are reminiscent of the feathered look we all wanted in the late 70's early 80's.

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