*sigh*
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.
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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.
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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.
*sigh*
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.
7 comments:
I love crashing a good wedding party!! ha! And no.pantyhose.ever. That's my rule of thumb! Haven't bought a pair in at least 10 years.
FutureSex needs to get ON it. And I mean that literally. hahaha
Cute shoes! And when I lived in Chicago.. Nylons were a fashion MUST. In Texas however, no one wears nylons, EVER. Since you're wearing a sandal, open toe, shoe, I say no nylons, just a nice pedicure. :)
Five freakin' pounds!!! That's awesome!!
And I could take or leave pantyhose but I do love me some opaque black tights. No woman's legs look bad in black tights.
Glad to hear your mother is back at home and resting, on her own terms...attitude in tact ;-)
As for the nylons...I hate them. I'd like to see men have to wear them so they can understand what it's like to have to pour your lower half into cheesecloth.
I hate pantyhose with a passion, but I do wear them occasionally. And even worse than pantyhose, I hate shoes that make my feet hurt. I will NOT wear shoes that I can't dance in.
"Flittering"!
I am so stealing that! ;-)
i HATE hose!!!!!!! ew. i went to a wedding last year without them and i looked fab. :D :D
u will too. thank you so much for the sweet comment you left on my page! it made my night.
xoxo
-kace
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