Welcome to the day after the ball, Cinderella.
Honey, that wasn't a complaint; I was grinning as I tryped it. I have no delusions of Cinderellahood. Trust me.
See, I know I'm fabulous, and the occasional ballgown is nice, but I live in the real world, and I actually choose the laundry and catboxes and whatnot. I just don't think I'm trapped in one world or the other. No reason I can't do both.
And I do do both. Today happens to be the laundry/catboxes/go check on our homeless friend and feed our feral cats day.
I was just lying about the chimney part to hide my dealings with the purveyor of presents.
That chimney story is pretty lame, after all. Surely it's more likely that you meet Santa on a corner in a bad neighborhood and hand him a briefcase full of unmarked bills.
secret meeting place ... that explains everything.
I was going to pay bills but the bank website is misbehaveing ... well I tried to do something useful. I think I will put on socks.
Owen's playing on the floor beside me. I'm trying to decide if it's worth going out in the crappy rain to take DH's shirts to the cleaners. Since he interupted our nap this morning, I'm inclinded to let him go to work wrinkled.
I think I'm a little hurt that whatever my tagline is, or when I change it, it's invisible to P-C.
It is? Have you changed it since I got back? I didn't bother announcing all the ones changed during my stint in India, and I may miss ones changed in this week, especially if they were changed once already, since I haven't had time to get acquainted with the new state of things. I'm sorry if I've missed one, and I promise you it's nothing personal.
That being said, beathen has a new tag. And hey, I managed to make it on the 2004 list without even being here for over three months, so I think I can make the top 20 again. Probably not as high a spot, though.
My bank account is higher than expected. Huh. I forgot to take into account my very last stipend payment. I think I might not get a part-time job after all, because that twenty hours a week can go towards finishing my Master's on time, cause if I don't, I'm pretty certain that paying for the spring term would cost more than the less than two thousand I'd make from a job at Potbelly.
I have no delusions of Cinderellahood.
So the odds of getting you to clean my house are pretty low, then. Crap.
So the odds of getting you to clean my house are pretty low, then. Crap.
Once the ball was done, Cinderella was never gonna do that for you anyway.
I put on socks, and the bank let me pay bills.
Surely it's more likely that you meet Santa on a corner in a bad neighborhood and hand him a briefcase full of unmarked bills.
Thank you, Ginger, for making me laugh out loud.
In other news, Harry Connick, Jr., will be getting a 7 and a Half Cent Raise: [link]
