Sweetly B Squared

Hi! :wavey:
Today's entry is dedicated to Tom! Thanks for reading! ;)

I have beans in my hair. I'm almost glad my man's gone right now, so only you, who don't see me IRL, will laugh at me.
I've been working on something or other all day. I got up at 6:45 this morning, was showered, dressed and even had a Pop-Tart (brown-sugar cinnamon, and yes it was 'crazy-good') for breakfast before the cleaning ladies arrived. I was working away on editing by 9am.
This afternoon I even left the house (doesn't happen too often in my world, never did make it out last night...). I went to the post office and picked up some Taco Bell for lunch.
Back at home, kept working on candle party stuff for tomorrow, and doing editing, and then somehow on the phone catching up with a friend of mine for wayyy too long.

Anyway, stuck with hot dogs and beans for dinner and trying to multi-task, I ran to the kitchen with my hands full of little tiny wax samples to stir the cooking dinner concoction. One wax sample fell. I held the others tighter and bent down and picked it up. Made it a few more steps. Another one fell. By this time I was at the stove, so I stirred the beans, then bent to pick it up. As I picked it up, I felt the spoon hit me in the back of the head.
My hair is half way down my back, and I keep finding random beans drying in it.
Yuck.

Don't worry, Tom. I wasn't really thinking of you the whole time I wrote this.