I'm in love . . . .
. . . with my new "cleavage-enhancing" underwire bra. Purchased for support, not enhancement, seeing as how I'm already over-endowed in that department.
Still. Cotton. Comfortable. Pushup. Wearable for twelve hours with minimal fidgeting. And, you know . . . nice cleavage. Bonus.
All good. And less emotional stress than being in love with a man.
On a different note, I found myself at Target on Saturday. I went in to buy Cheer Free laundry detergent.
I left with two boxes of Cheer, a six-pack of Britta water filters, two bags of peanut butter M&M Easter eggs, copper cookie cutters, Febreze, milk, and a really cool green elephant jar that works nicely in the guest room with my developing theme of British colonial decor.
I love Target. ::: foolish grin ::: Then I went home and did nine loads of laundry. Blech.
Friday night was also cool, as I went to see Jesus Christ Superstar -- one of my favorite shows ever. Despite the increasingly annoying presence of my mom, it was a good evening.
Something happened to my mom when she turned 55. It's like a heretofore undiscovered nagging gene suddenly manifested. She's driving me fucking nuts.
And she thinks I'm moving back home when my lease is up in November? Hah!
Not unless I have absolutely NO choice.
Anyway . . . it's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and fic is twittering in my brain.
I'm feeling pretty damned good.
Still. Cotton. Comfortable. Pushup. Wearable for twelve hours with minimal fidgeting. And, you know . . . nice cleavage. Bonus.
All good. And less emotional stress than being in love with a man.
On a different note, I found myself at Target on Saturday. I went in to buy Cheer Free laundry detergent.
I left with two boxes of Cheer, a six-pack of Britta water filters, two bags of peanut butter M&M Easter eggs, copper cookie cutters, Febreze, milk, and a really cool green elephant jar that works nicely in the guest room with my developing theme of British colonial decor.
I love Target. ::: foolish grin ::: Then I went home and did nine loads of laundry. Blech.
Friday night was also cool, as I went to see Jesus Christ Superstar -- one of my favorite shows ever. Despite the increasingly annoying presence of my mom, it was a good evening.
Something happened to my mom when she turned 55. It's like a heretofore undiscovered nagging gene suddenly manifested. She's driving me fucking nuts.
And she thinks I'm moving back home when my lease is up in November? Hah!
Not unless I have absolutely NO choice.
Anyway . . . it's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and fic is twittering in my brain.
I'm feeling pretty damned good.