Me: Exercising, not scanning, enjoying G. I mean, what else is there besides laundry.
G: Appears to have a sense of humor this morning. He’s making life viable by deleting old contacts in his cell phone.
Yes, G cut the fabric on one leg weight when struggling with the packaging while cutting it open. This packaging plastic was beyond tempered steel in toughness, believe it.
Maybe I will waste fifteen bucks on those wonderful blue, glove leather flats. The wrong size isn’t a barrier…….until you get them home and find you are slipping and sliding in shoes that don’t fit. Ah, well. We’ll visit an estate sale between loads of laundry and Ducky visits. Retail therapy, even if you only look, lightens the sense of humor into the ridiculous. Who needs twenty south sea styled wooden bowls shaped like a leaf? How bout seventy-five copper Jell-O molds?
Shopping till you drop is fun. I know. I live with the expert.