Kicks just keep getting harder to find.... ( Read more... )

It's a "stop, stop, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe" kind of Saturday morning, at least in my head; but in the real world, the dancing is not only going on, The Tramps are here in my living room singing, "Disco Inferno" at decibels rivaling a jet engine and my ass and feet are doing their best to get along little doggie and move along ( Read more... )

I have my tax appointment in a little while. I'm convinced I'm about to lose my shirt. This may be why I took my credit card to Ross and bought three shirts. (Or it could be that I finally decided to buy a belt that might fit, and some jeans in my new size.)

Frozen in the funnel of the moment. Creeping forward, and downward, together ( Read more... )

I was on my current job. Except I wasn't. I was in the building where I currently work, except I wasn't. I was supposed to be dressed in corporate clothing, but I was dressed instead in jeans, but not just regular jeans. Not nice jeans. Dirty jeans, with stains all over them, and what's worse: They were acid wash. Circa 1992 or something. And I ( Read more... )