A little before and after action.
For an interview.  Notice the high neck line.  No inappropriateness for me.  Luckily, the dirty mirror doesn’t travel.

Then, as soon as I got home I changed back into my regular wear.  The real me, folks.  Mens flannel pajama pants and a wifebeater. 

We took the dog for a walk today and there were bottles broken on the side of the road, Duncan said, "Those people are mean beans for throwing their garbage outside.  They should recycle bottles like us!" 
Yes, they should, my boy!
Because when I took some Advil for a headache today he said, "Yep, medicine […]

Lately there has been an average of almost 100 visitors a day.  A hundred.  So I’m putting this Thursday Thirteen in your fully capable hands. 
Thirteen of you ask me a question, and I will answer them. 
It’ll be fun.  And I can’t think of thirteen anythings that would interest me in the slightest right […]

My name is NOT Pat Woody.  Please, please believe me.  How many times can you tell a person that and still have them call you Pat Woody?  I know the answer, it’s at least six. 
I took the car to get an oil change, and from the license plate number, the guy inserting data into […]

If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
I am choosing the latter.
Maybe I should have remembered this earlier when I called my friend manipulative for being nice.  Yeah, I know.  It makes so much sense.

I just switched on the TV and the Care Bears were on,  Duncan said, "Yeah!  Let’s watch the Killer Bears!"  I don’t think the proper message is getting through.
I am getting a cold sore.  Lovely.
I had a job interview last week and they haven’t called.  Hurrah for consistency in the not employed status.  Ugh.
I went to […]