After work I was seriously contemplating a nap. I even walked into my room with the intent to strip and climb in bed. Instead I made myself outside presentable because I decided to go to Costco. And yet I found myself at Nordstroms to see what they had in their plus size department. I tried a few things, but nothing really jumped out. The saleslady I had talked to recommended the plus size section at Dillards. Well, I got in my car intending to go to Costco, ended up at Dillards. I found a great top and a fantastic polka-dotted dress. A little dressy for work, but it is nice to have something nice. Then I finally made it to Costco and came home, unloaded and left again to go to the grocery store for the stuff I didn't want in bulk.
Now I'm home, stuff is put away, and I'm wide awake. I feel accomplished but damn.
That is ridiculous that you are still at work and getting no reponse, msbelle! So not right for so many reasons.
Yay polka dots.
Someone is on their way up here to relieve me. Still no progress on these computers. And the wind is howling and it is pitch black and getting creepier by the second.
Impetus achieved. Kat, I booked inbound, I get there 5:15 Sunday 24 to Burbank. Outbound TBD. Might be majorly cheaper even with cab/shuttle/service to go out of LAX. Which, I'm not paying but since I fucked up with indecision, want to get mom a good deal.
PM, I love the idea, but it isn't "lending" if the $$ isn't expected to return. More of a grant.
Very good point!
I tend to forget that part.
And all freaking taken care of. Insent, Kat. I swear to god, I am my own worst enemy. I know how my brain goes wonky this time of year and yet...
But now I get to see y'all. Not for as long as I'd like, but I'm going to blame my coworkers with new babies for that.
I am thrilled to discover that Memphis' public television station has Prof. Ghoul's Horror School carrying on in the tradition of creature feature host Sivad.
Also, in Horror Hotel Dennis Lotis plays a character so smug and condescending that I'm cheering for the satanic cultists to do him in.
It's Saturday, isn't it? I woke up absolutely convinced it was Sunday. I suppose I should be grateful for an extra day of weekend.
I don't understand why I woke up before my weekday wake-up time, even, but there you go. I've managed to not do much of anything for a couple of hours since. Later, I'm going to go to Target to look at that bar cart and make sure I want to buy it, and then to see my coworker's husband at the Boston Book Fest. Good times!
