Sue, if you order in, you don't have to change at all. Give the delivery man a thrill/giggle!
Trust me, it will be no thrill for him. I think I am still scarred by the time I was ordering fast food in my painting clothes (and totally covered in black paint) and the woman behind the counter told me that she thought I was homeless until she realized I had probably been painting.
It's all different inside your house, Sue. At least, that's my hope.
I wonder what I have for dinner.
Pizza is ordered, and I'm compromising by changing the pants only. And putting on a bra.
Mac's uncle is a good egg and took him today after church despite a raging headache. That allowed me to buy groceries, put them away, halfway clean the kitchen, do a load of laundry and start in on some cooking for the coming week. They are on there way here now and I am going to try to sneak in some living room work.
Hey ita, you can come live with me. I won't charge you rent and I don't eat eggs any more.
Not so close to simi, of course.
Not so close to simi, of course.
And all the more pleasant for you.
Not that I work in Simi anymore, though. West LA it is. It'll be hard to give up the 2 mile commute, because I know it can't last forever.
You are kind to offer.
No eggs?
ita, I know all the short cuts from that neighborhood to UCLA. I swear.
I'm so happy about the new place, Allyson!
I know all the short cuts from that neighborhood to UCLA. I swear.
If any of them can get me there without me driving I might be tempted.
So after 8.5 years of wearing jeans to work, they just decided to enforce their dress code policy. I spent the weekend running around updating my wardrobe.
The thing is, I hate, hate wearing khakis. I hate how they fit, hate how they look on me. So this weekend I went to about 10 different stores, trying to find corduroys and chinos that are cut like jeans.
I also bought a pair of all-black leather Chuck Taylors, and I'm going to see if I can get away with them.
If they tried to implement a dress code at my workplace, there would be people who literally have nothing to wear. The thought is making me giggle darkly. We as an institution, can dress really really badly. We have a handful of fashion plates, but they are the exception.
Allyson, that's awesome!