So the Athleta Goddesses are getting me back for last week’s post Wait… What Was I Doing?
Things started with a double-whammy in the mailbox yesterday:
Then Wednesday night at the pool, IronMama stopped to tell me that she’d just gone shopping there and spent waaaay too much money on not a lot of stuff. Did I need the friends and family code she had used? Yes. But, no! Stop me, please!
Then today after classes were done I checked my phone and found the following texts from Ms. Cocktail:
Nothing good can come of this…