Hi, Buffistas! I'm leaving at 9:45 am tomorrow for a business trip. I haven't done laundry, dyed my hair, or packed. My one pair of black pants has a broken zipper. I can't find my small suitcase. It'll be raining in Chicago, so I probably shouldn't wear my suede jacket like I wanted to. But, my new shoes arrived just in time, and they fit and feel great, so at least I will be well-shod. Why am I such a mess?
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Why am I such a mess?
I'm leaving at 6AM tomorrow, and I'm so on the ball with everything that I'm now worried that I've overlooked something completely obvious.
Like. Did I pack underwear, or do I think I packed underwear?
t goes to check the status of her underpants
I know I packed underwear. And socks. And clothes.
I do indeed have underwear in my suitcase. Go team.
Underwear I got. I got everything. I just. Don't. Want. To. Go.
I think I just got grossed out by PBS. Usually, it is CSI. But no, scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a syringe. Complete with revolting noises. I'll never be able to consume cream of chicken soup again. Nor mushroom. Gah.
My one pair of black pants has a broken zipper.
black underwear and safety pins.
I think I just got grossed out by PBS. Usually, it is CSI. But no, scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a syringe. Complete with revolting noises. I'll never be able to consume cream of chicken soup again. Nor mushroom. Gah.I was eating corn chowder. Was.
Sorry, Cass. If it is any consolation, I had pasta alfredo earlier, and I think I'm off that for a while. Especially since I've decided I don't like alfredo sauce that much.
No worries. I just looked down at my food after reading and thought, you know, not so much now. But I have a lousy memory so I am sure it will look great again in a few days.