Himself: Wrote a report, made the meeting, picked up prescriptions cost going from 6 bucks each to 10 each with blue cross. Got movie and M&M’s for tonight after Feasters.
Herself: Lots of donations for a change. Friday’s I am a sorter, so this day I sorted after taking pictures for Facebook. Upset over the shootings.
Reading: Finished the delightful, light, “Palm for Mrs. Polifax” and moved on to the first of the Ali, JA Jance books.
Balance: Sunshine kept me centered.
Our boss held a “Wild Animal Print” special sale. Lots of fun to photograph. Donations were up so I spent the day sorting. At the end of my shift, I grabbed a long sleeved, small cat print shirt, a sleeveless, in an un-named, African print, blouse, and a mad, mad Levi style jacket in a zebra print.
The more weight I gain, the more preposterous I will look in giant zebra stripes.
I tell ya, it’s a struggle to overcome my Victorian upbringing on my thrift store budget.
Did I say that I was tired of looking boring while my insides were bursting with color and imagination. I write about this wardrobe malfunction often. Somehow, no matter my efforts, my clothing is still stuck in the seventies. According to G, Steampunk started when Goth kids discovered brown. I’m blooming now that my wardrobe is growing away from T-shirts and pants often into browns these days.
Yes, I certainly am laughing.