Argh. Got a notice on my door that the water will be off for 8 hours on Monday. I should probably find something to do away from the house then. And do laundry now.

I'm not sure I like these as much, but these are really pretty.

I *love* 311. They know everything!

The only time I regretted calling them was during the first "maple syrup smell" event a few years back - they immediately transferred me to 911 because apparently odors are considered emergencies no matter what, and then I felt really guilty for wasting the 911 operator's time. (911 transferred me to the fire department who thankfully did not dispatch anyone because I was the zillionth person they'd spoken to that night about the exact same completely harmless odor.)

Whereas I'd have liked them better if they only said "whip me."

I already have one pair of wordy stockings. They amuse me, although they don't get worn near often enough.

I want some more thigh-highs.

I also like tattoos with words. My next one is going to have words, when I can get around to it.

See, if they had only said "bite me", then I would have coveted a pair unreasonably.

And I would have thought Jilli! and made sure that you saw the link.

I went through a big thigh high stage a few years ago, but don't wear them near as much anymore. I don't wear anything that's as much work anymore. But I still have a ton. I should have another go at them.

I love them. But I'd love them more with actual garters, I think.

Says the girl who wears jeans 98% of her life.

How do people organize their clothes? When I was a kid, I had one dresser and one small closet, and it was plenty of room for the relatively few items of clothing I had. Now? I have lots of clothes, including sizes that are too small (hope) and sizes that are too big (fear), and things that I never had/needed/wanted when I was younger, like shrugs and camisoles and business garb and exercise/yoga wear and underwear that isn't bras and panties. I have five closets and three dressers and various storage boxes, and they're overflowing. I can't find half of what I have, because I'm basically just shoving stuff wherever there's room for it. The items I'm wearing most are hanging on a chair and a coat tree in my bedroom, and everything else is chaos.

I've always been a t-shirt and jeans and occasional skirt wearing girl. I don't know what to do with all this stuff! Besides giving it all to Goodwill and starting over, of course, but I fear that won't solve the basic problem of not knowing how to organize.

Well, I managed to stay in bed until 7:30. But still up at 6. Loki playing dive bomber under the covers, MK poking me in the face and Devi sharpening her claws on the sheets didn't help...

Amarna came in at 5:00 am and started stalking around the bed, meowing at full volume. I had to pet her for a few minutes before she finally settled down and let me go back to sleep. She started it up again a few minutes before 7:00, but that was okay since I had my alarm set for 7 anyway.

I'm on lunch break from class. My teacher spent the morning discussing right brain/left brain types and how our thinking impacts our management style. She wrote down on the board what area each of us tested at in our morning activity, and then looked at the board and said, "You guys have been together for at least this semester--who here could have possibly guessed that Kathy was a people person?" That got a big laugh from everyone, including me.

The teacher likes to kid me and mock-hassles me because my wide range of library jobs on my resume gave her difficulty in assigning our interview topics in January. At our last class, I was having brain blockage and not coming up with the right answers, so I told her I'd rather not respond at all, and she stopped everything and set me straight. At times, I think I can take over a class in terms of participation, and that's always my fear (that I'm too dominating). She said that she'd rather I say something even if it's wrong, especially if no one else is saying anything, so now I feel much easier about speaking up.

Oops, gotta get back to the classroom!