Yesterday was terrible. Just terrible. Until I had a cookie as big as my face and sat down on The Chair to watch Project Runway, moving only to greet the Sig O.
Today is better, but Kara's post about Sassy's birthday is - I feel - orchestrated to maximize my guilt about My Almost Cat. Thbbbbt.
I've been trying to wear the items in my closet now that I actually have room to unpack/unstore all of my clothes, so I'm working on the scarves. I have on a woven tie-dye one, and it's looped once around my neck with the ends hanging in front (helps to hide those coffee stains). But the right end seems to be much longer, no matter how much I adjust it. It keeps creeping downward toward my knees, like it's going to make a break for it. Purse-induced scoliosis strikes again.
It is almost the Sig O's birthday, which means that the file of ideas for Small But Meaningful Gifts that I compile in my head all year long is now - of course - completely empty. I did promise we'd go camping Labor Day weekend but I was clearly under the influence of a brain slug at the time because "Camping" is about up there with "Dentist Visit" on the List of Things for Which Not-Even-Cookies Will Suffice As Bribes. I do have ideas, but they never seem special enough. If I wrapped up his own guitar he'd probably be happier than I've come up with.
Bah.
Mantelpiece
3 weeks ago
