missfrifri

Ok. So now My Man's told me that we might go to a pool party this weekend. In absolute fear (since I haven't been going to the gym properly for about 2,5 weeks) a super- hormonal FriFri high on paracetamol and ibuprofen (it's that time of the month, so to speak) dragged herself out to the park to run/ jog/ crawl around for about 45 minutes. When doing abs afterwards in the living room I then hear Ise the flatmate shouting "Fri, what are you doing you COW?? If you're trying to shape up for a possible pool party then it's already too late dude!"

So. Now. What outfits do you bring for a weekend in Peterborough when your Man can't give you any straight answers to what exactly you'll be doing? I'm very struggs. And I sort of wanna kill myself.