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Good grief
So a Zappos order arrived today. Whoops!
Here’s the boot saga, part deux.
These are nine west and they fit! But that pointy-ish toe box is a little too Pat Benatar 1982 for me. I dig the top two straps though. NEXT!
Ooooh! Cute! But I can’t even get my heel down in them. Love the color, love the buckles. Oz likes them too. Dammit! NEXT!
What the what? Did they send me kids size 10? That thing is dwarfed on my foot. Merrell FAIL!
Suddenly, this is looking better and better…
Crikey.
Bridges, Salads, Fat in a Wagon and CANDY
A list:
The Morrison Bridge is really BUMMING ME OUT. How long does it take to fix it, durnit?
My lunch today and yesterday has not been BUMMING ME OUT. I made salads each day and they were soooooo good. I hadn’t had a lunch salad in a while and the break was nice. And getting back to them was nice. Minus the part about making them the night before. That still BUMS ME OUT. But what are you going to do?
The Husband of the Corn hit a major milestone today – he’s down FIFTY POUNDS. That is a lot of pounds people. Remember when Oprah brought her fat out in a wagon? How much was that? Who watches Celebrity Fit Club? You know how at the end they make the “celebs” (I use that word loosely) put on those backpacks with rubber weights in there in the amount of pounds lost? And it’s lumpy and yellow and looks fat-ish? Ewwww. Anyways, 50 is a big number. Let’s hear it for the Financial Planning Husband of the Corn! He owes it all to my salads! Just kidding. He owes it to his rigorous work out schedule and his healthy eating. YAYER! I’m impressed. Vair vair impressed. Especially during Duck football/tailgating season, ahem. Remember those 100+ weenie wraps I made? That’s just a fraction of the food at one game. Not to mention the likker. VAIR IMPRESSED.
Speaking of healthy eating…does anyone have a giant dog crate I can borrow on Halloween night? I want to lock myself in it to keep from eating 47 candy bars. Candy is my kryptonite. Ugh. I’ll need to borrey the dog crate again at Easter time, AKA the Celebrating the Rebirth of Cadbury Mini Eggs, which is my own personal religion. False idols!
What else? I got a haircut today. I’m still growing it out and once again, I look like Jackson Browne. I’m in a hair rut.
That is all – over and out!
Symbolism Much?
So! Guess who didn’t sleep well last night? Um, that would be me. And why?
Oh, I was having dreams about work and that someone thought it was a good idea to bring an alligator to work and let it roam the floors freely – totally safe! So I kept dreaming about this alligator at my feet and then jerking my legs up and then I’d kinda wake up from the leg jerking. Then I’d be cold because our house is one degree Fahrenheit (just how I likes it at night) and the jerking would knock the blanket off and my one patch of exposed skin would get frostbite.
OK, that last part is a tiny exaggeration.
But I was plagued by a roaming-alligator-at-my-feet-at-the-gulag-type dream last night.
UGH.
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