This and That

When I find pants I like, people stop making them.
I got older last Friday. To celebrate, my husband and I went to his company’s award banquet. Then we came home and had cake with the kids. It was chocolate cake with a Mrs. Potato Head on it.

Then we went shopping in the Big City on Saturday. I bought a whole gob of new clothes. It was a good day and I have rockin’ new threads. We did experience some drama over jeans. Mostly, the people who make my favorite jeans are going to stop making my favorite jeans. So we spent over an hour looking for more of these jeans because I would BUY THEM ALL. I came home with one pair of favorite jeans and one pair of the jeans I’m going to have to live with. The jeans I’m going to have to live with are going to have to go back to the store because I picked up the right size in the wrong length. SIGH.

I like to read stuff.
I could tell you all about this, but really, I use Goodreads and so should you. While I’m bossing you around, I’ll also add that you must read “A Simple Plan” by Scott Smith. It’s not optional.

I like my job.
Really, I like my job. I wish I could tell you all about it because there’s some good stuff there. People are awesome fun.

More about shopping.
I needed a jacket or sweater or something for chilly weather that isn’t cold enough for a coat. So, a jacket. Which is what I said in the first place. I found two jackets I liked and then I told the salesperson, “I like these jackets. Are either of them on sale?”

She said, “Well, it’s buy one get one free, soooooooooooo, yes.”
She was thinking, “Can’t you READ THE SIGN?”

I said, “Will you hold them for me?”
I was thinking, “I can’t buy things for myself so I need a few hours to talk myself out of it.”

She said, “The sale ends at six o’clock.”
She was thinking, “You are an idiot. Buy them already.”

So I bought them because it’s really ridiculous to hem and haw over forking out $40 for two totally useful and necessary pieces of clothing. I know they are necessary because you cannot achieve self-actualization without food, shelter and CLOTHING. (Hey! Sex is also necessary but they didn’t tell us that in school. Smells like conspiracy!) Since I’ve got most of the stuff between clothing and creativity, I think not having jackets may have contributed to my recent writer’s block. (I’m calling it writer’s block because I don’t want to tell you I haven’t given a flying floop about writing lately.)

NaBloPoMo
November is going to be awesome.