In today's Adventures In Clothing!

The good: found a bra that fits and can be made into a nursing bra for special occasions when I need my boobs to look like boobs and not like a Bravado! blob. Didn't come in black, but nothing is perfect.

The bad: the only 6W black shoe Nordies had was both fugly and pointy. Oh, and the bra was a large chunk of change.

The especially ugly: Naturalizer wides aren't, and the same can be said about Macy's large shrugs.

Shopping is hard.

I bought cherries today. And a couple of peaches. And a plum. I don't remember the last time I had a plum, I vaguely remember not liking it so I thought I'd try it again.

I don't think I've ever had a nectarine. I almost bought one, but I coudlnt' figure out how to tell if one was ripe so I got the plum instead.

Askye, no offense, but I just read this entire post as if it were said by Andy Rooney.

Hi Trudy!

Shopping is hard.

So very hard. The frustration can really fuck with a perfectly good day. Like, for example, when you order two dresses from the same place and they're both the same size but one fits perfectly and the other one, well, not so much.

I don't think I've ever had a nectarine. I almost bought one, but I coudlnt' figure out how to tell if one was ripe so I got the plum instead.

Nectarines have always freaked me out. It's because of the Sesame Street sketch with a planet populated by two kinds of aliens, and the only food is nectarines, which neither alien can eat on their own. I found the whole concept profoundly disturbing.

Bec likes 'em. Yet she's iffy on carrots. It's amazing we lasted as long as we did.

Quick Wally report: apparently there's a woman in Pittsburgh who thinks I "sound so cool". Can we defeat the tyranny of distance?!? Well, no. But it's still flattering. Meanwhile, I've changed the headline for my profiles. I started with "Satisfaction guaranteed or your monkey back". After a couple of misfires (including "I need your help, Barry Manilow"), I've settled on "Give in to your grown-up tastes". I like it, I am indeed a many-layered sandwich in a world of fries, and besides, the talking oven mitt always makes me giggle. Plus, I get to test out whether I really do have Svengali-like powers I can exercise through the internets. (I had to make a conscious effort not to make it "Give in to your grown-up tastes, talky-meat".)

Nectarines have always freaked me out. It's because of the Sesame Street sketch with a planet populated by two kinds of aliens, and the only food is nectarines, which neither alien can eat on their own. I found the whole concept profoundly disturbing.

I vaguely remember those sketches, but definitely have the impression of being weirded out by them.

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Yeah, still creepy, but I have intimacy issues.

I think buying a nectarine tonight was a bad idea. Clicking on that link is also likely to be a bad idea too but I probably will.

One time I was eating a nectarine and the pit cracked and a GIANT BUG scampered out.

PTSD

Now I am certain that the nectarine is a bad idea as I can't stomach the thought of eating now. Ew ewwwwwww ewwww ew.

A nectarine once bit my sister...

Well, we don't get a mayor this election so much as a run-off but it looks to be a run-off between the edgy candidate and the one who might stave us from bankruptcy (literally) which is a step further than we were yesterday.

To sum up:
Big giant snake - 0
Surfer outsider chick - 43
Former police chief - 27
All the rest - SOL (totaling 30)

However we'd like to keep our big giant cross by giving it to the federal gov't.

I really don't understand my city. And I am going to bed.

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