moisturize

What are we doing today? Working.
*searches for her girl scout cookies to make it through the day*

So yesterday when I was at the doctor's I found myself looking at the scale when they weighed me. What in the name of C. Thomas Howell was I thinking when I did that? Talk about masochism. Never again will I do that.

Time for more cranberry juice, tea, and antibiotics. Great thing right now is I have no appetite. I am just big thing of fluids. I know that any human is, but right now more so.
Yeah....whatever.


Here is the pretty image of the day.
by Sargent.

afternoon delight.

I am done with work for a few days. It will give me time to relax, regain my mental composure and work on a few things for Mr. Jenner's birthday next week. Yes Mr. Jenner is turning twenty five on Thursday. We are quite proud of him.
I found a nifty present for him today and I am waiting for two other presents to arrive. Hopefully they will show up before his birthday. (the joys and sorrows of mail-order)

I truly don't any impressive work stories today, but I have a slightly amusing bus story from yesterday.
After work and an errand or two (plus hot chocolate, gelato, a butter cookie and a cup of tea) I went on the bus to go to the doctor's. There was a rather animated gentleman of Russian birth who still carried a thick accent. He was arguing with whoever was nearest. He also told of the CIA agent who tried to recruit him, and how he was suing his landlord for being a Communist. The Russian proceeded to argue with another crazy and he yelled as the crazy got off the bus, "You are a dirty bolshevik, so don't drink my tea." I do believe that is one of the greatest lines uttered in public. As I got off of the bus the Russian was beginning an argument with two teenagers who were rather pierced.

A co-worker of mine who has taken up ballet late in life is encouraging me to return to ballet and take a nice beginner's class. She said, "that way you can get in shape like you want to and take up something you are familiar with." I am beginning to like this co-worker more and more. She has a lovely sense of humour and is fun to talk to.

I am famished. I do believe it is time to eat some food.

kiddy pool time.

Some people get their jollies looking at photographs of naked women, or doughnuts.
I started looking at purses (because you know I don't have enough) and I admit, I got hot by looking at one of the most immoral purses on the market.



The amount it costs is unjustifiable, unless you went out and cured AIDS, cancer, and psoriasis all in one afternoon.
Plus it is made from crocodile. So it is the devil's handbag and yet it is so fucking sexy.

*goes and says the rosary to get her mind off of the evil handbag*

In other sexy news I shaved my legs.

Entertain yourself with this on a Saturday night.

Yeah

things to do in your spare time