Off I go... to downtown Chicago. My train leaves at 1:50.
Catch you all on the other side... of the country.
JZ, I'll call your cell Thursday afternoon to let you know if I'm gonna be late....
'The Killer In Me'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
Off I go... to downtown Chicago. My train leaves at 1:50.
Catch you all on the other side... of the country.
JZ, I'll call your cell Thursday afternoon to let you know if I'm gonna be late....
Those who need their makeup done, please to be providing your own eyeliner & mascara, and possibly eyeshadow (I don't have any colored eyeshadow, just white, black & grey. Jilli might have more). Wet'n'Wild is good for cheap sparkly makeup, & is found at any Walgreen's.
Jane is also good. Loves Jane, I do.
makes list for Target-run
Anyone else make the brazillion dollar Target run before trips in general? Anyone look at the bag they've packed and said,"All these clothes suck. I need to A) have a new body by tomorrow and B) have the money to dress that new body in the shit I want to wear, but can't because the size of my ass prevents it?"
Just me then? Kay.
Just me then? Kay.
Totally not just you. I'm going to Target tomorrow, in fact.
Not just you, Aimee. I do it everytime, too. Same ass problems.
Anyone else make the brazillion dollar Target run before trips in general?
Saturday I made the stuff-for-Mothers'-Day-and-F2F trip to Target, where I acquired a lawn gnome for my mom and tried on black capri pants that actually laughed out loud at me for thinking they would fit. I cursed them for not fitting, I cursed my great big ass, and then I paid for the gnome and left.
So, to answer your question: yes.
Anyone else make the brazillion dollar Target run before trips in general?
When I had easy access to a Target, I did. Now I just go to Rite-Aid and Marshall's.
I miss Target.
Don't forget our girly Mary Kay night tonight, Aimee!
Anyone look at the bag they've packed and said,"All these clothes suck. I need to A) have a new body by tomorrow and B) have the money to dress that new body in the shit I want to wear, but can't because the size of my ass prevents it?"
No. Because it's the size of my gut that does all that to me. Other than that, yeah.
Oh, by the by. I have one of those huge, why in hell would you put this many colors into one container, they'd never all match one individual, department-store makeup kit thingys that I've pretty much never used that I would be happy to bring along and let people play in. Brazilians of eyeshadows, as well as half a dozen blushers, lipcolors, etc. So if anybody doesn't have the time or inclination to pony up the couple of bucks at Target or Rite-Aid for experimental colors, I can help.
Don't forget our girly Mary Kay night tonight, Aimee!
I'm not! I'm stopping to get my pedicure and eyebrows done on the way home from work, going home to tend to the child (and Emeline), and then I'll be over.
WHEEE!
Teppy! I picked you up about a half-dozen power bars, yes? Protein hits? They'll be in a "THESE ARE FOR TEPPY AND TEPPY ALONE!" bag in the suite.