Well, I found my brown dress pants. They were hanging neatly in the back of my closet, which explains why it took me so long to locate them. Who the hell keeps clothes in the closet? Most of mine are on the floor of my bedroom, piled on top of the washer and dryer, sitting in a wrinkled heap in a laundry basket, or hanging on a clothes rack I keep on the back of my bedroom door for the exclusive purpose of avoiding hanging up clothes. It never even occurred to me to look in the designated home of clothing. What a novel location for textiles!
I managed to break my computer at work, so I’ve been using a free workstation in the call center. I’m this close to donning a SARS-style mask because it sounds like a tuberculosis ward out here. Hacks and snorts and snuffles, oh my! I hope I don’t get a cooty.
I got a hair cut this weekend and scheduled my next one, which marked my first 2010-calendar-year event. TWO-THOUSAND TEN! When did it get to be nearly a decade after 2000? Didn’t I just graduate from high school/learn to walk/emerge from the womb?
P.S. Dating wisdom: Just because a boy gives you a beautiful orchid doesn’t mean you should give him your flower, if you know what I mean and I think you do.