I need a personal shopper.
This morning I faced a severe inability to dress myself. All my shirts were too short, none of my camisoles were long enough, or the shirts were too tight in the sleeves, whine whine whine. I was having some serious issues. So serious that I ranted at Bryan from the moment we got up until the moment we pulled in his parking lot. Non stop. Work, clothes, housework, people and their bumper stickers...anything and everything. Finally I kissed him goodbye and went up to my office, feeling a wee bit better.
That's when one of my bosses pointed out that my sweater was on inside out. Fail!
I've been in a lot of pain lately, so I'm going to go ahead and blame the mood and mental deficiencies on that. I strained a muscle in my neck (who can say how? Slip 'n Sliding?) and am covered with a delightful mottling of bruises from Joe C's party, including some fun finger marks all around my upper arms from being hauled out of Joe's hot tub by a rather inebriated girl. I'm sure the pain has not helped my attitude.
On a final note, we have too many cats. One of the little fuckers---and I'm not naming names, but I'm thinking that it was the fat, orange one---managed to overturn AND break a table in our absence. I'm amazed, but also annoyed. This must be what parenting is like.
That's when one of my bosses pointed out that my sweater was on inside out. Fail!
I've been in a lot of pain lately, so I'm going to go ahead and blame the mood and mental deficiencies on that. I strained a muscle in my neck (who can say how? Slip 'n Sliding?) and am covered with a delightful mottling of bruises from Joe C's party, including some fun finger marks all around my upper arms from being hauled out of Joe's hot tub by a rather inebriated girl. I'm sure the pain has not helped my attitude.
On a final note, we have too many cats. One of the little fuckers---and I'm not naming names, but I'm thinking that it was the fat, orange one---managed to overturn AND break a table in our absence. I'm amazed, but also annoyed. This must be what parenting is like.
posted at 6:18 PM
3 Comments:
I've had the same dilemma in the morning as far as dressing myself. I can go through three or four outfits easy until I decide on something. Hope your neck feels better, too. ^^
Elise
"ncluding some fun finger marks all around my upper arms from being hauled out of Joe's hot tub by a rather inebriated girl."
teehee. yeah. good times. good times indeed.
Stepho, I am sorry you are in pain. I hope you are feeling better, soon. I read in the newspaper that people that mark their cars, bumper stickers, those sticker things that go on the rear window glass... they are more prone to road rage because they seem to think of their car as "territory".
Now, I love my scooter as if it were my own child, but... it's a vehicle, you know?
Any ways, I hope you are feeling better.
Could you scratch behind Steve's ears for me?
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