old lady gennie

Because are lives are so exciting we moved furniture around today. I went through and got rid of some old dead clothes and reorganized my wardrobe a bit.
I know you are gasping with envy at this very moment.

I told Andrew, "If I ever say I have nothing to wear...ever again. Please slap me."
I didn't realize how articles of clothing I happen to own. It is a little spooky. Atleast I can say I have an outfit for any occasion. Except maybe a bullfight. That might require a shopping trip or some creativity.

I made a turkey pie with a mashed potato topping and we are watching Rick Steves.
We are old. I am hoping for some scrabble in my near future.

Dig the icon?

stay home. order online. and stop trampling eachother at wal-mart

Tomorrow I face people. Hopefully they won't bore me to tears with their questions about where the restrooms are, do we validate parking and why don't we have fifty copies of some out of print book.

Speaking of out of print books and stupid people I would like to nominate a new person for dumb-ass of the week.

I shall call her Dumb-ass Dana. Dumb-ass Dana came up to the desk asking for a book. I looked it up. Lo and behold it was out of print. I politely explained that we do not have it since it is out of print. Dumb-ass Dana then said, "Well...can you order it for me then?" I took a short breath and carefully explained that since the book is no longer being printed, we can't order it for her. Dumb-ass Dana then said, "well, why not?". It was about that point that I felt something pop in my brain. I was hoping it was a stroke. I was afraid I was going to have to use hand puppets to explain that the book be no more. I gently said to Dumb-ass Dana, "when a book is out of print. It means they no longer make it. I can give you a few online addresses that may be able to search for old copies." Dumb-ass Dana took a few minutes to figure this one out. Eventually I thought it dawned on her and she said in her dumb-ass voice. "ooooo so I can't get it here. Should I try Borders?"
I smiled...but not with my eyes and said, "Maybe....that would be for the best."

I think some people should need a permit to celebrate the holidays.

I know I know...sounds like something Hitler would do. But knowing old Adolph he would probably be a bitch and ask if we validate parking.

I have Christmas spirit, but bottle blondes from Bellevue try and rob me of it.
Stay home, get your Oprah/Chicklit books elsewhere. We have plenty of crazy here with the junkies in the bathroom.

Folks that is some genuine stupid for you.

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On a slightly relaxed albeit shallow note
I tried on some old jeans tonight. It was a good thing. Things are feeling a little looser. Who knew a steady diet of eggnog and pilates would do the trick.
Right.

I need to go to bed.