The Good, the Bad and the Stuffy
I worked a midshift yesterday, so I was off at 8. I zipped over to Bert's so we could perhaps catch dinner at a real place instead of the 24-hour bastions of insomnia we're used to... we went to Frontera, because it was both open and we were feeling like Mexican food. The waiter had-- how to put this gently...I am reminded of a line from "Ms. Congeniality"--
"Eyebrows, there should be two."
Then we went to the toy store. *teehee* We got new stuffs. Score. (and boy, did I) Sorry, that was a bit much.
This cold can go the fuck away. It was just irritating nasal congestion yesterday, but it's settled into a painful chest cold. Dammit.
I'm looking forward to the formal on Saturday... I never pass a chance to wear my tux. I love getting tarted up.
"I'm a pretty girl, Momma."
*wheeze*
"Eyebrows, there should be two."
Then we went to the toy store. *teehee* We got new stuffs. Score. (and boy, did I) Sorry, that was a bit much.
This cold can go the fuck away. It was just irritating nasal congestion yesterday, but it's settled into a painful chest cold. Dammit.
I'm looking forward to the formal on Saturday... I never pass a chance to wear my tux. I love getting tarted up.
"I'm a pretty girl, Momma."
*wheeze*