Drat, two of the steaks I bought Tuesday have rapidly gone bad despite a third being just fine last night. It was like the beef had a supernaturally aging portrait of itself that I destroyed by undoing the wrapper.

Oh well, I guess I'm now forced to go out to dinner.

"Donde esta el bano?" will take care of a great many problems.

I've been cleaning and cleaning and the difference is just barely discernible, if you squint.

I feel you. When we "clean" we take the "cleanliness" level up from "This House Should Come With A Hazmat Bubble" to "Dang, Your House Is Filthy."

Because we're awesome like that.

I've been cleaning and cleaning and the difference is just barely discernible, if you squint.

I also feel your pain.

t goes back to reading H50 fic instead of more cleaning

I have too many shoes.

I've organized them, and put some in my goodwill pile, and some in the pile I may sell on ebay, but still, I have too many shoes.

I cleaned my room and moved the bed to the other wall so the sun won't blind me early in the morning. But the office and living room and kitchen also desperately need cleaning, but...don't wanna!

Also upsetting--realizing the serving size on the bean filled thingies from TJs is one, not two. Which means eating two is 700 calories. So not the plan.

I don't wanna talk about my excess of shoes. And the thing is? I mostly wear one of 3 or 4 pairs.

I got this dress for disguising cathair and hanging around the house: [link]

Yes, beige. It matches my cats, carpet and loveseat... I don't usually wear beige. Or light colors, really. Oddly, it reminds me of a striped knit top and skirt (in terms of color and stripes) I had back in 7th grade.

I have an orange skirt.

I'm not sure about this. I don't wear orange. But it's not near my face, and it's a pretty colour.

Buying it was an exercise in effort. When I asked the woman if they had it in other colours, she simply said yes. Make the magic happen, lady! Then when I suggested she see if they have the other colours at other branches, she finally looks it up and asks if I want it in M or L. Uncoincidentally, madame, I want it in the size I brought up to the counter to buy. Which is a S.

I think her 70s disco headband was exerting too much pressure on her brain. She looked seriously stupid. I felt like telling her she looked dumb.

I don't wanna talk about my excess of shoes. And the thing is? I mostly wear one of 3 or 4 pairs.

Me too. And all the others tend to look alike. I think I need a moratorium until I wear some of them out.

No new shoes for you. Put all the other shoes you plan to keep in a bin or shopping bag. Once you wear a pair they can put away in a normal place. In month or two clear out some that have not been worn.