My dress wearing may have been a little premature – it’s cold outside. It looked lovely and sunny when I woke up, but by the time I was ready to leave it had clouded over and the wind picked up. If I can see my breath, I shouldn’t see my ankles. I need to take that advice more often.
Yesterday there were Mystery Baby Clothes on our doorstep. A package was dropped off at our door, and because we frequently buy things online, we ripped it open without a second thought. Inside: two (very cute) sun suits for a tiny girl child aged 9 months and 12 months. One was checkered green with flowers, and the other checkered pink with cherries. They were adorable! Only problem: we have no tiny girl child, nor did we order tiny girl child or sun suits for said tiny girl child.
In a stunning display of hindsight, we looked at the address on the package. It was definitely for our suite, but neither Ed nor I lead a secret double life as a Mr. or Mrs. McKinnon. Also, we do not know anyone in Florida who would send us presents; nor does anyone named Jason live in our apartment. Well, shit – the package wasn’t for us at all. We thought about what to do, but eventually decided to Do the Right Thing and try to find the real killers owners. We called our landlord, who told us that the McKinnons lived in our suite two tenants ago, and that perhaps the building manager would know how to find him as they were friends. Ed trundled off to see Sleepy Scott, who did in fact know the McKinnons and would deliver the package with our apologies oh and also, the Jason in question is with the RCMP. EEK! Good thing we returned the package; I do not need the RCMP up in my (incredibly dull and ultimately very legal) business.
My allergies are owning my ass. It’s worse in the office because of all the dust, but the pollen outside is no picnic either. I’m okay with the sneezing, but the watery eyes are driving me nuts – they feel all raw and red because I keep dabbing at them to avoid tear running down my face. I’m not crying; I’m just happy to see you.
What’s the deal with bangs suddenly being in vogue? I’ve had bangs since I was 2. I was apparently ahead of the times.
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‘What’s the deal with bangs suddenly being in vogue? I’ve had bangs since I was 2. I was apparently ahead of the times.’
Heh, me too. Just when I was getting tired of them, too…
I wish I could wear bangs easily…. like, without four pounds of goo or twenty minutes with a straightening iron. Stupid half-wavy hair.
Dude! I have been rocken the shorts for two weeks now!!
Yeah, but you’re made of burly Alberta man stock; you’re used to the cold! Me, I come from delicate Victoria BC where our idea of a harsh winter is going below 5C for more than two days straight!