Whew. I never know when I am dressing myself in a ridiculous manner. I sometimes suspect, but I can't be sure.

It is apparent that Ply is a fantastic washer of ears. Nunya, however, sucks, because Ply's ears are always filthy.

Put up curtains in bedroom, only one of the windows is far too wide for the curtain rod I bought. Le sigh. And a pair of the curtains I managed to buy too long (floor length rather than mid-length.)

Started sorting through paint chips for the dining room, and I'm missing some. I know this because I decided I wanted the dining room to be the colour of the protea flower I saw at a Thai restaurant, which I described at the time as peach orange and deep mango. And I actually found a paint chip called "Deep Mango", except it is now gone from my pile of paint chips.

I think I started seeing the whale shorts again around the time I graduated college, or maybe the next year, so 2003 or so. They were very popular at the New England beaches for a while, but I haven't seen them quite so much the past year or two.

I mean, on the theory that I'm avoiding jeans because they're very American tourist, aside from the fact that they're hot.

If I got a chance to tour around in Europe I have this desire to make no pretense about being an American tourist. I might have to buy myself some cowboy boots and an American flag shirt. I wonder if one can rent a Mustang or Camero to drive around in.

Nails: I can't wear my nails so short that my fingertips are exposed. When they break that short, it's very uncomfortable.

I'm allergic to the formaldehyde that's in most nail polishes and strengtheners. What happens to my nails when I use it is pretty much what sarameg described: they get papery-thin, peel off in layers, and basically shred.

When I was bumming around Europe, I wore skirts almost exclusively. Very comfortable.

When I was in Italy, there were several times that I asked someone for directions in Italian, and they responded in English. I mean, I know that I barely speak Italian and that it's obvious that I barely speak Italian, but was it that obvious that I was American?

(Stuff like that in Italy was interesting. Among the bunch of us, none of us spoke Italian, but we did each speak some other language, so whenever we needed directions or something and the person we were asking didn't speak English, we'd have to go through this whole, "Francais? Espanol? Deutch?" routine.)

I might have to buy myself some cowboy boots and an American flag shirt.

Heh. When Slim Pickins arrived at the studio in England for the filming of Dr. Strangelove dressed in cowboy regalia, everyone else was remarking that, "Hey, he's already in costume," not realizing he always dressed that way.

hunh. forgot I had movies out from the library. glad I can do online renewal of overdue items. guess I'll be watching those tomorrow, then paying the library $30+ in fines on Monday.

I think I have been picturing the wrong Bermuda shorts. These are, like, photographic-looking prints of whales, etc.?

Harper's Island: OMG THIS SHOW.

:: mouth. agape.::