Hi, all. Working weekend, but in a good way. I kind of have a taste for this campaigning bullcrap now. Despite calling it campaign bullcrap. Tomorrow I'll finish f2f clothes shopping.
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Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
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You know how there are "boyfriend/husband" seats in clothing stores?
Why DO women drag along the boyfriend/husband? Don't they know gay men?
Maybe he needed clothes, too. Why make 2 trips? But, now, his clothes are bought, and you need to get yours.
I'm so lucky -- both my dad and my husband are awesome at clothes shopping. My dad always liked to buy stuff for my mom, and when I was a preteen, he was the one to take shopping because a) softie when it came to buying me what I wanted and b) good taste.
My mom was really seriously ill when Stephen and I got married, and my dad was the one who took me to find a new bra on my wedding day, when I discovered the one I had wasn't going to work with my dress.
That is lucky. I can't imagine my father bra shopping. Well I can, but it's funny.
Maybe he needed clothes, too. Why make 2 trips? But, now, his clothes are bought, and you need to get yours.
mayyyyyybeee... but that doesn't seem to be the usual guy in the chair dynamic
And amyliz's dad and the bra is so sweet.
Um...
You know what I mean.
I can't imagine my father bra shopping. Well I can, but it's funny.
It really was. He was out there picking through the racks and throwing things into the dressing room. Several older women were completely scandallized.
And amyliz's dad and the bra is so sweet.
Um...
You know what I mean.
Heh. I was thinking that story came out a bit more fey than I meant it to...
Howdy, folks. I am sick, or allergic, or something, and coughing and sneezing and my head is full of snot. Hate that.
However, I got together with my group for the big show coming up, and worked on choreography, and bought shit for costumes (we found shirts just like we wanted, for $5 each at JC Penney!!), and then had dinner iwht a friend. Yay. But I have a very freakin' early flight, tomorrow. Boo.
Laura, maybe you could get your sister a trial of that Netflix-ish book thing? I dont' remember what it's called, but I'm sure you could find it on the web...
Teacup Guy just came through with another teacup as a moving in gift. Headed to bed now. Sweet dreams, Bitches!