Cat woke me at 2:00 am. It’s now 2:42 and I’m still wide awake, plus now I’m hungry and thirsty.
Someone at work described my hair as mousy
That’s almost as rude as my cat. Cat-level rude. Would be sort of impressive if it weren’t so infuriating.
Were they older? Because “mousy brown” used to be a fairly common color descriptor of hair in older books I’ve read.
I’m hungry but if I make myself something then Pebbles will only want what I have and will definitely not eat her own breakfast.
I had an item in my Amazon Handmade shop that I was selling about 1 per day of. It sold out. I ran out of supplies needed to make it, ordered more… and of COURSE have not sold a single one since.
Lost my toast and vegan cream cheese to a hungry baby. Only got half a banana in return
Why on earth does a sprint review meeting have to be an hour and a half long? BLARGH!
(Answer: everyone on this team is super fucking longwinded.)
My thumb has a split. Terrible location.
Baby won’t nap.
Dog is being pushy.
It’s too rainy to walk comfortably.
I’m feeling queasy today.
Blah.
But that would require HaH’s hair to actually be brown… which it is not.
My TC is that I can’t think of any situation that would call for me to wear a velvet dress, but ModCloth has so many beautiful velvet dresses. (I guess this is also a TV since I’m not spending money on a velvet dress.)
Ah, I’m not on Insta so I didn’t know her actual hair color.
My bladder is protesting about a 90-minute meeting.
Decaf coffee still doesn’t make me feel great after the first week, and yet I keep trying every so often because I miss coffee.
Also it is going to snow tomorrow. Do not want.
Balderdash. You absolutely need to wear one for the OOTD thread. Wear it for one of the upcoming winter holidays, ring in the new year in sumptuous velvet! You live in one of those cold states with the snow and so on, right? Wear it in the snow for amazing photos to cap off the weirdness of 2020.
I should have known you would give me multiple excuses for a velvet dress
And velvet is warm IIRC.
I live to serve.
Howie’s mom is super offended and annoyed that more people aren’t coming to her house for thanksgiving. Last night I overheard her on the phone, all huffy, saying, “I’ve hosted Thanksgiving for 50 years and I’ve never had so few people!”
TV for familial harmony: I didn’t shout, “BECAUSE THERE’S A FUCKING PANDEMIC!”