There's a point at which you have to take responsibility for the information I kinda hide from you.

Taking responsibility for ourselves? Why would we do that?

I like those boots, Jesse, but they don't make them in my size. Oh well.

I am trying to decide if I want to try to go back to sleep. (it kind of but not really worked earlier), or just suck it up and nap when I get home this afternoon.

Jesse's boots don't come in my size, either.

I went to a yoga class this morning - first one since we moved here - and I suspect my shoulders will be sore tomorrow and my arms all floppy. Go me?

Taking responsibility for ourselves? Why would we do that?

Right. It's not like we didn't have any place to point our fingers.

PC Richards is making me want to SCREAM. Idiot salesperson has been calling me every day with another reason I'm going to have to pay extra to get what he promised me (and charged me for) in the store on Tuesday. You'd think by this point he'd realize that I am (a) smarter than him and (b) a bitch who always wins in these situations.

Right now, I'm waiting for him to "see what he can do" about the fact that the free installation he promised me apparently only applies to the dryer, not the washer. Telling me "we never talked about the washer!" is such bullshit I don't even know where to begin. If he wants to charge me for installation, he can knock that amount off the price of the machines, end of story.

Very nice boots, Jesse! Kinda makes me miss NYC, where several types of comfortable black boots were pretty much my entire shoe wardrobe. My Los Angeles lifestyle does not really lead to boots-wearing. I am more of a Keds and Converse person these days.

One thing I like about LA (okay, one of many) is the wardrobe flexibility. During most of summer I just have to wait until the sun goes down and then it can be boots and jacket weather again. Well, boots and jacket for me. Not actually cold, and perhaps only slightly cool.

Not hot.

Jesse's boots don't come in my size, either.

They told me I was getting the last pair in my size, so I'm guessing there just aren't many left.

I just took two 15-minute walks in my new boots, and aside from being maybe a little big, they are in fact awesome. In between the two walks, I went to mac's bday at Chuck E. Cheese. It's funny how much that place is like a casino. I also replenished my summer wardrobe at Old Navy. Now I feel like I should be back outside, because it's GORGEOUS out.

Happy Mac Day!!!!!

The day itself is actually Monday, FYI.

Chuck E. Cheese. Heehheee. We didn't have one when I was growing up, we had Peter Piper Pizza. Same concept.

My hair is cut, groceries shopped and my windows are washed. Well, except the outside of the bedroom and dining room ones, cause those I can't reach. Sunset will probably find me touching up streaks. I used the squeegee and vingegar on the outside balcony doors and man that worked well. Stinks, but worked. I'm kinda sweaty now. I'm feeling all accomplished and shit. I may vacuum the bedroom rug.

It's gorgeous out. I wandered around Ellicott City for a while, visited Bob the Official Antique Mart cat. Everyone was out on the sidewalks with goofy grins, turning their faces into the sun. I think we were missing spring. I think tomorrow I may run out to the Arboretum for a bit. And wear shorts! After I shave my legs.