Tomorrow Prof. Dr. Hilljary and I are going to P.F. Chang's and shopping in Baton Rouge. I will be wearing my new flip flops with bows and rhinestones because Wednesdays call for that sort of thing.
I haven't shopped in a while. At least not in a physical store.
I may buy new earrings.
It is unnerving that I have lost an earring that are pretty much my "everyday" earrings. This ranks high on my aggravation scale because I do not lose things.
Really.
There is a new thing — Christian pole dancing. It's called Pole Fitness for Jesus. This is totally how I'm explaining my ankle injury to people.
I woke up with what feels like a sprained ankle. I must have been pole dancing in my sleep. It hurts.
What if I really have been sleepwalking and pole dancing in my sleep? I may have to put up security cameras to get to the bottom of this.
My mom wrote "what's with the hair?" on my Facebook wall the other day. I called her to find out what she was talking about and she said she likes it better curly and asked what the "doodad" was in my hair. I like hair clippies with flowers on them. I've decided to make hair clippies and headbands with various things on them just to aggravate the mom. As soon as I get more glue sticks I will begin this project.
Of course, all hair clippy inspiration comes from Helen Hunt in the classic film Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Here's a pic to refresh your memory.
I promise you I will be wearing something similar in a pic on this very blog in the next day or two.
No, I'm not kidding. There is stuff around here I'm just dying to glue to a headband. In fact, I may make my friends clippies as gifts. I think JBC may need a bowtie pasta clippy. Stacy needs a beer can headband. Megan is getting Germ-X clippy. Hilljary is getting chopsticks that I will pocket from P.F. Chang's tomorrow.
I'm keeping the dinosaur clippies.
I'm going to confess something. Sometimes when the children have homework that requires them to read passages aloud, I want to run from the room. Reading aloud and speaking in public doesn't bother me in the least, but listening to anyone read is torture. I do not know why I'm like this, just add it to my lengthy list of neuroses.
If I had a copy of the DSM-IV I'd make that into a hair clippy. Might be heavy though.
If you don't know what that means, don't worry about it.
For some reason I forgot to so a ScrapFest! wrap-up for the blog, but you should know that weirdness prevailed. I will try to write a wrap-up this week or sometime in the near future. Also, people are crazy.
Also, people told me I was "as cute as a button" and that made me want to throw up and I hate throwing up. Really, I tried to be bulimic once and I couldn't do it. That was a long time ago.
Who wants cheesecake?
