"It's not like I'm really *missing* work, Bobs."

Should someone...ohhh, I don't know....Google "shoe whore" (hi, guys!) or "dimples" (oops! wrong word) "booties" (hello, Mom!) or similar (hey there, everyone else!) and come across little old Sassafrass and take note of the frequency of posting around here, that particular person might think all I do is flit about the city, hunting for big grrrl panties and impracti-heels I dare not pay a near-20% interest rate to where whilst I pay off my credit card balance.
Not so. I'm busy writing about critical health issues like celebs in mom jeans and and looking pretty at the gymmy internal debate over whether to fork over (with a bamboo utensil, of course) my paychecks at Whole Foods.
Are you wondering how in the world these topics fall under "Healthy Living"? Or how the hell I got a gig opining about boobs and periods all day long? I can only shrug in response to both of those excellent inquiries and ask you to just go with it along with me.
Rather than try to explain how I took the crazy turn from a schizophrenic life of writing for fourteen sites at a time to lavishing all of my words on one page, I will just point in the direction of my posts, if only to prove that I do tap furiously upon my keyboard for hours and hours at a time. Really. Truly.
I boost the style of my dining room significantly by wearing killer shoes to work every day, but I promise I do work.
Stay abreast (yes, I said that on purpose) of my version of feeling good in body, mind, spirit (and jog bra) by reading about:
- Why sitting too much is freakishly dangerous (get up! dance around! buy shoes!).
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