I was going to say stockings are never a must, but brenda is actually right.

I don't think "cocktail attire" means especially swanky, but my swank-o-meter may be calibrated differently from yours. Anyway, that dress looks great.

Strappy sandals = no need for stockings! Hence the joy of strappy sandals. Also agree that the dress looks terrific

Is Franny feeling better yet?

Yes, thanks for asking. But she absolutely needed the antibiotics, although they took a whole day and a half to get her temperature down to normal. I hope Casper feels better soon.

So DH is facing down a major onerous task: snaking the bathroom sink. Clog is refusing to budge. He's currently on the roof with the snake. Poor guy. He deserves a cold beer for this.

Strappy sandals sound perfect for cocktail attire (as is that dress). I think cocktail attire is dressier than casual but not as dressy as formal.

I may have to drive into Oakland to get my race packet for tomorrow. Apparently picking it up on race day requires advance arrangements that I have not made. Don't wanna.

On the roof? That is some serious snaking!

Strappy sandals = no need for stockings! Hence the joy of strappy sandals.

Well, if this wedding were like figure skating and stockings were required, I would wear closed-toe shoes. But I'll go with bare legs and sandals, woo!

I have achieved outside pants. I am going outside! To do things!

spinach and tomato scramble and coffee.

mac's friend cannot go to movie, so I am trying to convince him to see Mad Max with me or Jurassic World alone. I swear, this kid, having to beg him to go see a movie at a theater.

No stockings with strappy sandals! No stockings unless it's a funeral or a board meeting, I say. v

And then if the moldy part can be cut off I assume the rest is fine.

If there's visible mold, there are mold spores throughout. Sorry. Mold is evil. Some of you may be able to eat mold spores with no ill effects, but this one here cannot.

Lemme tell you all the problem of my day. It is that the drug cocktail required to calm my anxiety and ease my back pain enough that I can do stuff is also the drug cocktail that makes me stoned as a stoner thing and barely able to do more than sing half-remembered showtunes while lying on the couch. But I still need to Get Stuff Done. So I'm flailing about the house, singing, using a kitchen timer to keep myself focused and trying not to break anything. I'm sure this is amusing to watch. Too bad y'all aren't here.

Oh, caffeine, right! That'll help.

The Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind... I can never be duped by the scurrilous Phantom again!

So at the supermarket, I picked up picking spice, decided not to get it after all, but forgot to put it back. So I guess I'm going to return it? $5 seems excessive for something I don't actually want.