Baseball season is over. I don't want to talk about it. Two of my favorite players are likely retiring. I don't want to talk about it. Our closer is most likely getting his ass kicked by every other player on the team and sent to the bowels of hell in a trade next year. I don't want to talk about it.
FutureSex canceled. Work. I asked about a later meeting time, he said he had dinner plans. So, he only intended to hang with me from 1:30 to .... before his dinner plans. OK. Well, like I had said a week ago, he might just be someone I'm interested in for the fun stuff.
Getting on quite well with my Italian friend. Flittering, as I've been educated, is the better term for flirting via twitter. It is a lovely distraction from the solitude, but it cannot replace a good face to face conversation. And then Mr Molto Bello Italy started talking about a last minute trip to see Springsteen in NY in November. I held my breath, until he determined he couldn't swing the expense.
___________Mom is at home, on the mend, at least as of yesterday. It changes every day. She's got a serious cold which at first concerned us to determine if it was swine flu or not, but without a significant fever it apparently is not. Unfortunately, too bad there isn't a med she can take for her biting nasty attitude. Well there is, but she won't take them.
So, I'm down 5 lbs since last Sunday. Yes, 5 lbs. How interesting. By eating more. Very funny stuff. I will follow the same foods I had last week and see what happens. Of course, cousin's wedding is this Friday.
Speaking of which, so I have these new shoes....and I have to wear them to the wedding.....
So, in an effort to get used to them, I wore them...while washing dishes at the sink. Perfect right? Sweatpants, sweatshirt, and these tiny shoes.
I had music on and so I was just trying to sway, not actually dance, just sway a bit to the music. I can tell you after about 20 minutes, I thought the circulation to my big toe was going to be cut off completely for life.
Oh and opinions please.....
What is the point of pantyhose? Nylons? Or whatever you want to call them. Seriously, this isn't the age of MadMen anymore (which freaking rocks as a show).
I don't think I'm going to wear them, and I'm just putting that out there. Will I bring scandal to my table at the wedding? One can certainly hope!
Was it wrong to tell my friends to crash the reception?
Oh I crack myself up.