A random kind of day -- stochastic. I went to Target and bought some new mascara, which is weird since I rarely wear it. But I think maybe my eyelashes are getting thinner, and since I've already made it clear that I won't be using the eyelash-growing medicine that Brooke Shields touts, I guess mascara is my only solution. I saw some with sparkles in it but decided they might draw a little too much attention to my aging orbs. So no sparkles. I did however, buy a large, sparkly, light-up pumpkin to put outside until we carve the real things. Every girl likes a little bling, right?
I was shocked and dismayed to discover that Target already has Christmas lights and a few decorations for sale. My god, it's not even Columbus Day! We haven't celebrated World Menopause Day or Have a Bad Day Day yet. How can I be thinking about Christmas lists and tree decorating? And yet I must admit that just the other day I realized that I ought to plant some amaryllis bulbs soon if I want them blooming in December...
Now I've got to get ready for a 50th birthday party. What to wear, what to wear? I checked with the birthday girl about the dress code since I DO NOT WANT TO BE CAUGHT IN VIOLATION AGAIN!! Notice the upper case voice. No jeans tonight.
Which, as it turns out, is a good thing, since only the men were in jeans. I wore the only nice slacks I own that I think I can fit in at the moment, and I decided that this might be the evening to break out the Spanx and give them another try. They still don't work. All that junk has to go somewhere, right? It doesn't just miraculously disappear. It bulges out the top and it bulges out the bottom. Let me tell you, I had telltale Spanx panty lines several inches above my knees and they were not attractive. Off came the Spanx. I am not a believer.
I spent most of the afternoon pouring through the thousands of photos I have stored on my computer. I have to create a senior yearbook ad for J this weekend. Doing anything with photos stresses me out. But do it I will. My yearbook portrait was lost and I'm therefore one of the seniors "not pictured" in my high school yearbook. What if I become famous someday and "Entertainment Tonight" or People wants to show a picture of me in high school? I'm one of the loser seniors not pictured! This ad for J is an insurance policy in case his picture is lost. If that happened I'd think it was a conspiracy; it certainly wouldn't be stochastic.
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