Today I marketed, did the usual shopping, bought a bra (was supposed to be 2, but they didn't have black. And I didn't want white with turquoise polka dots or something,) swam and cleaned the whole damned house, margarita in hand.

Swim was crazy fast, the likes I haven't seen in months. Got my new suits in the mail. Always with getting in a new suit, it's an adventure to get into. And out of. And the straps have even less give than the ones I have bought before, so. Yes, there was a stuck moment with some hysterical giggles.

Compression, whee! I think it helps. At least there's less surface area. And it doesn't move. I've got to be careful about positioning the parts under the arms, I've got a friction rash on the underside of one arm. It's a bad place for a friction rash. I might get some waterproof athletic tape. Or something. It'll get better but ouchie.

ita,

If you must buy fromTeavana. Buy it online. Period. Going in person to buy the tea is not worth anyone's time. Way too much bullshit. I'd rather go to the DMV again than go to Teavana in store ever again.

But at least Teavana shouldn't take the full 8 hours of your DMV visit?

I'm making Jambalaya for dinner. Then BED. Damn I'm tired.

OH. I was at a sports store today... the Livestrong was all on super sale. Coincidence?

Teavana is five minutes from my house. There's not point paying shipping or waiting for it to arrive. I've gotten to the point of idle chatter and only buying what I meant to, so I'm okay with that.

I'm seeing discussion that it's transphobic,

I don't get that at all.

I don't, either. But sometimes I think I'm an ass of a cis woman busily engaged in transplaining.

Kat,

I never want to experience the unpleasantness of Teavana again. No retail location will get me back.

There was a male teacher at our school sleeping with a female student, but I don't think anything ever happened to him at all. I think they never got provably caught.

I've found it reasonably easy in Teavana to control the topic of conversation. They want to talk, fine. It won't be about me buying tea, though, and they're sufficiently trained that none of them have been rude enough to cut me off or delay me to get their bit in past me yammering about the film I just saw or the hard time I had parking or other really heavy subjects.

In case anyone was wondering, this week's peaches became cobbler, and it is also fucking delicious.

I'm going to try eggplant dip tomorrow and see if it's sufficiently disguised.... In Turkey, I definitely had some that I liked, and I don't generally like eggplant.

I don't want to talk to them though. I just want to buy tea and get the fuck out. I also don't want to fight them multiple times about giving me the exact amount I requested. I don't want tins, I don't want teapots, I don't want any other teas besides the one I requested.

Period.

But this is why I belong at Costco and not in any mall.