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So what did I do?
Well, I emptied 4 drawers from my tallboy onto the bed and threw out the contents of three of them. Just how many pairs of black tights did I have? Um, you don't really want to know. And there were 40-year-old gloves (those were the new ones) that no longer fit, as well as my communion gloves (I figured that out 'cuz I couldn't even get them on my hands and the wee pearls were a huge clue). So, all that went out, out, OUT!
And I managed to find my fishnet stockings. But just where are my sexy black lace stockings? Yes, of course I'm asking YOU. Flist knows everything, right? Well, I hope I'll come across them tomorrow. And I really have to start packing up the clothing for charity. Lots and lots and LOTS of it.
In weird news (which also warrants my rainbow eye icon), I watched my first-ever epi (the current one) of N.C.I.S. Yes, yes. I know. I'm stubborn, resisting for so long. [Hmm, perhaps I should have used my Canadian Borg icon?] So I think I'm hooked. Also, when did Mark Harmon end up being such a silver fox? That was a most pleasant surprise.
As I needed John to be my internet seeing-eye person (as well as answer-man), he came down after 9:30 along with my travelling bottle of Hypnotiq. I asked and he answered and most of it was good. So I'll follow his advice tomorrow. And, maybe, then I'll be able to stop panicking. Quick, where's my copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?
Okay, I'm yawning now (I know, how rude), so I think I'll sign off. It's been raining all day (and some of my friends say they were caught in a thunderstorm). It stormed? Really? Next on the agenda (no surprise here) is another glass of ice-water. Nighty-night, all. Even if it's wet.
Well, I emptied 4 drawers from my tallboy onto the bed and threw out the contents of three of them. Just how many pairs of black tights did I have? Um, you don't really want to know. And there were 40-year-old gloves (those were the new ones) that no longer fit, as well as my communion gloves (I figured that out 'cuz I couldn't even get them on my hands and the wee pearls were a huge clue). So, all that went out, out, OUT!
And I managed to find my fishnet stockings. But just where are my sexy black lace stockings? Yes, of course I'm asking YOU. Flist knows everything, right? Well, I hope I'll come across them tomorrow. And I really have to start packing up the clothing for charity. Lots and lots and LOTS of it.
In weird news (which also warrants my rainbow eye icon), I watched my first-ever epi (the current one) of N.C.I.S. Yes, yes. I know. I'm stubborn, resisting for so long. [Hmm, perhaps I should have used my Canadian Borg icon?] So I think I'm hooked. Also, when did Mark Harmon end up being such a silver fox? That was a most pleasant surprise.
As I needed John to be my internet seeing-eye person (as well as answer-man), he came down after 9:30 along with my travelling bottle of Hypnotiq. I asked and he answered and most of it was good. So I'll follow his advice tomorrow. And, maybe, then I'll be able to stop panicking. Quick, where's my copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?
Okay, I'm yawning now (I know, how rude), so I think I'll sign off. It's been raining all day (and some of my friends say they were caught in a thunderstorm). It stormed? Really? Next on the agenda (no surprise here) is another glass of ice-water. Nighty-night, all. Even if it's wet.
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