snarkylicious said I.

For a moment of hilarity I offer you this: It seems that the monorail caught fire about twenty minutes after I had rode on it.
I miss destruction all the time. I never get any fun.
I went to the folklife festival for a little bit with my Mother and two of my siblings. It seems they saw our estranged Father and his lovely bride (we call her 'the skank' I came up with that name)
When the skank saw my family she looked scared and ran the other way.
We Gibsons strike fear in the hearts of those who dare cross our clan.
What can I say we are a little too Irish sometimes.
My brother Mike (who is twelve) asked what weed smells like since he doesn't exactly hang out in a crowd that does that sort of thing.
My Mother ever the educator kept going by the drum circle trying to find any definite scent. It took awhile but she found success.
Yes we are a little weird at times.

I spent most of the day at work. It was fairly uneventful except for one minor note of interest. My capricious boss on finding out I was keen on fashion and such has taken me in like some sort of chum and likes to talk about clothes and the fashion victims she sees at work.
It makes me feel a nervous dog sensing fear.
I try and chat nicely but I keep wondering what she wants from me.


I am now going to order pizza and do the crossword with my Man.

Oh yes, I saw many cute cute puppies at Folklife. Oh the puppies....

moments of clarity?

Do I really need to bid on a silk Bill Blass dress from Neiman Marcus?
Would that really be insane?