Oh my god! I am so doing the happy dance right now!! I am so freaking happy I could climb a tall building and scream until I am hoarse.
So today was the Bi-annual trip to The Avenue. Which means that I got new clothes!!! I get this treat twice a year so needless to say I get to act like a pretty girl twice a year. I preen in front of mirrors and prance around the store like the belle of the ball. I always get jeans. ALWAYS. I wear a lot of jeans. and it usually takes about six months for the pairs of jeans that I got on the last trip to just wear out. Seriously this is how much I wear jeans. I mean I wear slacks and skirts occasionally but mostly I wear jeans and every six months they just look fugly. (Side note: Fugly was in my Windows dictionary... who programs this thing?)
So anyway, I'm trying on pants and I always get my normal size 22's They didn't have a huge selection today so I was prepared to be kinda disappointed but then the lady that always has way too much energy for tastes most days started getting personally involved and she looked at me and said that I didn't need to be wearing a size 22. I was so prepared for her to say that maybe I'd look better in the 24. I mean I am not one of those blind women that ignores the fact that I'm a big girl, I know I am. So I was floored when she bought me a pair of size 20 jeans.
I swore up and down that she was wrong. I might have lost weight recently but if anything I was still a 22 for the simple reason of I haven't lost any where I could see it. I tried them on just for shits and giggles anyway though. And OH MY GOD!!! They fit!! They fit! They fit! They fit!! and not only fit, they looked good. I actually spent extra time in front of the mirror.
Holy schmoly! (Second side note, Schmoly is programed into my windows dictionary. Seriously, who programs this thing??) I wanted to sing, I wanted to dance!!
I did actually but that's not the point.
I did get one pair of 22's but only because I liked the slouch. I like slouchy (Seriously? That was programed too??) pants sometimes. Especially around my period time. Speaking of that, it must be coming soon, I have an irresistible urge for chocolate cupcakes lately. The kind that I couldn't ignore if I tried.
I called to get my appointment to have my teeth pulled. I put it off because I was dreading having to do Christmas with no teeth. I like steak. Steak is an awesome thing and I like it. The thought of having to cut it into itsy bitsy pieces because I have no teeth to chew it... not high on my list of awesome things. No worries though because they didn't have an opening until February. So I'm good. She said to keep calling back to see if there was a cancellation. I told her that I am so good with February that we could set that date in stone. She laughed. I have to go get the first set of teeth drilled on Thursday. This is going to be fun...
I'm catching up on my DVR. So far I've brought 98% down to 61% so I'm in no danger right now of something not recording because there's no room. On the flip side, I remember why I wasn't too concerned with missing Hostages the first week. I'm on hour 3 of my four hour block and I'm about to plotz my brains out. Have Toni Collette's boobs always been that small? I distinctly remember her having a big chest in Muriel's Wedding and in In Her Shoes... hmm... I guess they're right when they say For all that God's forgotten, that's why he gave us cotton!
Hehe, And just like that, I got the topic for the Q blog... I'm going to do Quotes. Stay tuned. Same channel probably an asinine time when you're probably already in bed and will just have to read it in the morning when you get up in which case you will forget and your cat will be run over by a boy on a pink scooter and your job will spontaneously shut down and on your way home with your cardboard box it will start raining and the box will break and all of your stuff will wash down the street into the river where it will find it's way into the hands of an arms dealer who will use your house as the fake point of sale house and the FBI will come and raid you because they think that you are Alez Al kalif the arms master and all because you didn't get up and read when I posted the blog.
Shame shame shame...
Lol. I gotta go. Ciao Bloggers!! Stay frosty!
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