Today, a man read my blog.
And it's not the one that is married to me either! I think he was attracted to the monkeys but I am flattered.
And he left a comment so he is welcome here anytime.
Today I picked up two 532 pound heart-shaped boxes of Russell Stovers for the boys. Because nothing says love like cavities, hyperactivity and diabetes.
And then I spent the rest of my evening trying on clothes at various stores.
I love shopping. I hate trying on clothes.
You see these really cute things and take them to the dressing room and take all your clothes off thisfreakinclose to a mirror and it is impossible NOT sob a little bit.
Because the pasty skin, winter weight (it's here in the Summer too, let's be frank, shall we?) and 2 (or 5, I forget) days of not shaving really look just swell 4 INCHES AWAY from a full length mirror and garish lighting.
I started feeling sorry for myself and then sorry for the people who see me all the time and then really sorry for my husband because he lives with this hot mess every day. It's really more a mess than a hot mess.
And the helpful girls always say, "let me know if you need anything." Anything?
Why, yes, I need a double vodka tonic 3 limes please. And keep them coming.
Because you and I and all the men at happy hour know that after a few drinks, everyone starts to look gooooood!
So, I am suggesting that those of you who work in retail suggest to your bosses that they need a liquor license and an open bar.
That will stimulate the economy.
But I will be carrying a flask from now on.
Because I cannot have another day like today
Haven't decided which necklace...
dark trouser jeans
This is what I am wearing to dinner tomorrow. It is also our anniversary.
Happy Anniversary Mr. Funny!!
(I am gonna shave, I promise)