I have an iron stomach when it comes to food poisoning. Everyone else is felled, I have nary a complaint. But I have other issues with 'normal' food. It's unfair.
le nubian, I arrived at the Y with SERIOUSLY mussed hair courtesy of the Lokes. My hairstylist always asks if I want product, and I tell her (always) only if I become masochistic (it's convenient that it makes Loki and Pumpkin want to bite my head because then I don't have to explain that Aveda gives me a headache after a few hours. Smells good, but apparently a headache trigger.)
Women, would you wear this to work? If so, what is your dress code? (And do you work for Jessica in Suits?)
I'm being frustrated by the random eBay labelling/tagging. I'd like to believe that retro meant out of period, styled old, and vintage meant it definitely was from the appropriate time period, But clothes aren't listed the way they were during my last binge. Or maybe I'm just stumbling outside the proper boundaries. But if they're selling multiple unworn...there can't be that many left over from 1972. Not cute.
I must go back to the hierarchy, and I must also not spend money. But, damn, if I could put together a cheap tux to wear to Megs wedding, I'd do it after hearing how her mother objected. One of her sisters wants to wear one too.
my boobs aren't out at work.
Women, would you wear this to work?
Good god, no. At least not in an office, and I would avoid wearing it to a work holiday party, even: too much boobage on display.
No, due to aforementioned not-working-for-Jessica-on-Suits issue.
I have to admit that that muchness of my boobs might be out at work, but I would likely not wear that to work without a cardigan or shawl to tone down. It's a little too fancy alone for work.
There is no dress code at my work. We've got recent grads with words on butts in sequins to muttons as lamb (OMG, that boob job and she must be 70) to biz cas ala Wall Street to the guy who always wears shorts to please take a bath to Mr. Rodgers outfits to stripper heels. I'm considered one of the classy fancy dressers, which is a little mind-boggling when you consider how little thought I give to it in the morning. I just want classic, comfy, reasonable coverage (and I hate anything resting on most of my chest, which is why it ends up out there.)
I use the alarm/probes thing. It's awesome.
Yay for successful mac trip!
Megs wedding
I'm tired, so I read this as "Mags wedding" and was all, but
she's dead
when I remembered, oh, right, fictional. That's probably not who she means.
I ate my splurge meal today, gnocchi, which used to be my favorite pasta ever, but I now feel sick. Pasta is apparently ruined for me, woes. Next splurge meal I think I'll stick to the rules, just eat more of it.
All my college girlfriends wore shirts and ties and jeans to my wedding. It was pretty awesome. I think they'd have done tuxes if they could have swung it, and, you know, if they hadn't driven from Tennessee to Indiana on the spur of the moment when I threw together the wedding, i.e., didn't elope.
When I give a try, I'm "You're so cute!" "No! You're so cute!" But mostly, the clothe are clean, and they fit decently well. That's my "thing". And I don't take my shoes off ever. That's my other thing.
I've been working on a sentence. So far I've got "Being the ne plus ultra of the demesne under consideration is one of the sine quibus non for this ...." This what? How do you finish that sentence? It has to be grammatically and semantically correct, but what it means isn't awfully important.
I'm off to bed. I suspect I'm the only one that goes to be before the midnight deployments, but they don't then kill some time and go into the ER. I got reasons up my ying yang, I do.
Nighty night!
I got reasons up my ying yang, I do.
I intend to use this as my logic from now on. Or at least occasionally.
