I'm too late for the little girl discussion, but in re velvet dresses for grown-ups, I just went looking and it appears that Coldwater Creek is having a 40% off everything sale today until midnight, including a pretty basic, simple velvet dress (second item on this page). I have a similar one, in purple, that I've had for at least 15 years. Pretty, dress-up-or-down-able, and apparently, as dresses go, nigh invulnerable. [link]

All unworn black (or red!) velvet dresses in a size 14 that need a new home can come live with me. IJS.

Nope, still no email. Between no email, few phone numbers, and a laptop where CDE and 3 keep sticking I'm going a slightly mad.

Humorous complication though. Yesterday in the midst of all the fun I developed a migraine. It was icky but not epic and with a dark, quiet, room, pain killers and eating nothing but toast so I wouldn't puke I managed to beat it back far enough that I could come to work today.

So today I'm holding it at bay... it keeps trying to creep back in but so far so good. Still an effort to not puke, but manageable pain. Until dun dun dunnnnnn -- nature called.

So I had to poop. And I kept putting it off, because I knew it would make my head go bananas. Finally I did my best to time an Excedrin peak and juuuust the right amount of toast in my tum. And I'm in the ladies room trying to not...exert too much. And trying to not barf. And trying to not start laughing because a) that's only going to make things worse and; b) cracking up in a bathroom stall is only rarely appropriate.

It's been a day.

cracking up in a bathroom stall is only rarely appropriate.

With smartphones, I would just assume someone was surfing the web. And I would REALLY need to believe that.

t venting (no need for hairpats/brackets, etc)

Friday, had another hemorrhoid procedure. Three days later, and it's still annoying me. When the doc was up in my business, he said it was a "superficial one", which explained why it was close to nerve endings and hurting. I joked, saying "take it to college, and it's still a superficial pain in the ass", which got a good chuckle.

In the meantime, the damn thing is a BIG pain in the ass right now. Sitting is uncomfy. Walking is uncomfy. Hard to concentrate. Blah.

Work is super slow. I'm an inch away from saying half day and using sick hours.

OK, if I rant anymore, it will get into gory details, that would need double layer of spoiler font. Since we don't have that, I'll leave the rant at that.

t /vent

ps: growing old sucks.

pps: eat your fiber, people. TRUST ME!

Well, here is some good news! IT loaned me a keyboard so I could see if that would work for my sickly computer without buying one. So far it does HOORAY!

It's been difficult typing without cde and 3 89% of the time.

Awww, I'm muy simpatico, omnis. It's no fucking fun.

I'm tracking my food intake for the sole purpose of making sure I get enough fiber. (Spoiler: I DON'T. God DAMN, what do I have to do, eat VEGETABLES or something crazy like that???) Because my GI tract is a shambling horror in many ways.

I'm still pissed TJs stopped carrying those fruit leather things that had about a bazillion grams of fiber. Those were a godsend.

I think term lets you get cash out or something Connie. But my brother's the agent, not me, and quite frankly? His job bores me stupid. But I do pick up bits by osmosis.