You will, therefore you can, Allyson.
I had plans for this morning, but a headache forced me back into bed. Now all I have to consider is kettlebell in an hour. Which is conditional since my left knee is rapidly deteriorating and making it difficult to walk. Sometimes. Othertimes it feels almost fine.
N called me yesterday and told me she needed shoes and would I come shopping with her. I said sure, because I was in the sort of mood that goes more bad the longer you're alone in it. What happens is that she goes shopping mad, and I whine and thereby keep her on message.
Two things happened. One, Ann Taylor Loft. I'm a ho for that store, plus they now send me coupons. Ergo crack ho. Spent too long there. The other thing was Sephora into which I refused to go, so she had no braking mechanism. She did call me from its bowels after about half an hour or so. At least.
And at this point, she still hadn't found shoes.
Four freaking hours.
Despite her promise she could find 32DD bras that were more pretty than mechanical, she failed. Found two not plain 34Ds, but just no dice. However, she did also find me this which I'm now going to buy in white. Better than a shelf bra cami in terms of support and immobilisation, and the straps aren't even too wide.
Still need something tanky that I can wear when the neckline will be visible, but that top/bra thing takes care of the sheer, etc tops I seem to be unable to not buy.
Huh. This post was going to be about something else. Forgot what.
I'm all sad, ita, that you go shopping without me. I've been replaced!
you know what bras are more mechanical and supermechanical at that? 38DD. In fact, the new bra I just bought is sized S, M, L, Voluptuous. Which makes me want to cry in my soup.
I should go get remeasured in a few days since I think my back is smaller now.
I'm all sad, ita, that you go shopping without me. I've been replaced!
Consider it merely a vacation. Plus, I was to be there for her, to stop her buying everything in the world.
Technically that was accomplished, but she spent a basketload of money before she even got to the shoes.
There was this kid in one store that was deliberately making his father laugh. I'm not sure how old he was--pre talking, it seemed. He'd flutter his lips at his father, his father would crack up, lather, rinse repeat.
I exclaimed "How cute! He's making his daddy laugh!" and he looked over at us, evaluated us, and began the same routine. Quite successfully, I must note.
Apparently then telling the dad "He's quite manipulative, for such a little thing" gained me a weird look. I did mean it as a compliment, though.
you know what bras are more mechanical and supermechanical at that? 38DD.
40DDD. IJS. At least you can expect to return to the nice ones.
Until I could no longer bend like that easily, I sucked my big toes. Then I replaced them with my thumb. Apparently, I was quite annoyed to give up the toes.
IKEA had no satisfactory lampshades. AC Moore Crafts was closed, so... and yep, the safeway was open. Shocking! The staff was all the junior clerks and the manager was the lovely woman who I know celebrates Diwali(?), so I'm guessing not easter.
So I got rag rugs, candles, a bat and coffee filters. And ziplocs. SO EXCITING.
Need to start the meat soon.
We went to the grocery store and I have come home and changed into PJs. I am totally wiped out from my first week of work and then going out last night. Surgery has turned me into Boring Mcsleepypants.
All kinds of health-ma and vibes to Grace and Noah.
I don't expect to shop for much more than groceries in the immediate future.
MEAT in about an hour and a half!
