Apparently, I am coyly sexy too.
Which makes no sense, as sexy I may be, but coy? I am so not coy. I am flirtatious, but not coy. I'm too fucking blunt to be coy.
Argh. I have a wedding to get ready for, but I have to wait for my friend Fran to come by and pick me up: my brakes are GONE -- metal on metal -- and so I have to get a ride to pick up hair dye, and to get a pair of shoes to go with my long, embroidered skirt. I think I'm going to Old Navy -- I'm looking for embroidered or sequined slippers, for cheap -- I have to wear flats with this skirt.
I'm excited about this wedding, though; it's two good friends, and all my friends will be there and there will be loads of champagne and wine, and a jazz band, and it's in airplane museum hangar at the tiny downtown airport.
Send me cute tipsy single boy-ma.
PLATYPUS!
Owen's new favorite show is The Koala Brothers (and mine, too, I admit). There's a pair of koalas (the brothers), an emu, a platypus, an echidna, a crocodile, a kangaroo, an oppossum and a wombat. Very cute with the accents.
I have seven hours until seven people are coming over so that DH can teach them how to play Texas Hold 'Em. My house isn't even close to being ready. Gah.
Not here. Nope, off getting the pet smell out of the house.
Send me cute tipsy single boy-ma.
Always, Erin.
I was thinking maybe after dinner, "Could I have a doggie style bag? Oops! I mean doggie bag! Tee hee!" Yeah, I can't see it, myself.
And my inner supermodel is Twiggy. Which is odd, because I just watched Twiggy doing a dance number from My One and Only last night. Apparently she knits.
Erika, Kate, Hec, Theodosia, Laura, Jen, and Robin have new tags.
{{JZ}} I'm sorry.
(Lilty is adorable.)
Sunil! How's it going busy boy?
I have to revise my thesis and start sending out my résumé after I figure out how to write a cover letter. And I have to bitch about my parents, who can't seem to understand that I am not. Fucking. Moving. Back. Home. And especially not
right now,
for God's sake. Why the hell would I move for what I know will be an
interim
job? I need a year to regroup and figure out how and where to start my new career. God.
Also? STOP FUCKING ASKING ME IF I'M GOING TO GET MY FUCKING PH-FUCKING-D.
I think I'm going home for my brother's graduation, so that should be fun. At least the parts not involving my parents.
Does anyone want a large grey cat?
If Kara and Clovis ever pooled their talents, we'd all be screwed.
I kind of worry that's part of Clovis' plan, actually.
Jilli,
I just sent you an email that's really for Pete, but I didn't know his email address.
