Might have a shoe problem


So, the other day, a young man whom I like a good deal was in my room. I pushed the door closed so I could put up a pair of shoes, and he indicated that he thought I had a goodly number of pairs of shoes. So then I had to tell him that his was not even half my shoes. In fact, I have about a bazillion pairs, of all different brands, and about the only kind I need to finish my collection ore a pair of Louboutins and some Danskos. Anybody out there wanna help a girl out?

Are you laughing with me?


I really hope you are, because otherwise, life just sucks. There’s something about living in a soap opera that is just intensely amusing if you can take a step back and look at it from outside. Kinda like watching those spring plungers come down on somebody else’s hand, you know what I mean?

I’m still laptopless, still internetless, but I take great pleasure in not being humorless. And it’s working pretty well for me, LOL!

In Which I Laugh at Myself


Do you even think back on something you have said, and hear hysterical laughter in the background that you didn’t quite hear at the time? Yeah, well, that’s what happens when I think back on that last post I made where I said “schedul” and “normal” in the same sentence Uh0huh. Yeah. Cause no. Not at all. Only in the way that replacing the lights in your bathroom light fixtures
with black lights could be considered normal. Which isn’t really, unless you have a thing about seeing the urine spots glow in the dark. Which is a good way to make sure things are really clean, but makes it more difficult to take care of any other sorts of business.

Now then, I am once again without access to my favorite resources for posting to this blog, so for a while, you are just going to have to deal with my bizarre sense of humor instead of my penchant for finding neat stuff on the intarwebs. In truth, I feel a little sorry for us both.