Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette. I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
I'm not a newt any more...
I got better! Got my Lexapro, got love and reassurance from family and friends, balanced an accounting with Mom today and had a giggle this morning when my new Skindecent conditioner was still partially frozen and I couldn't use it. Clearly, bath products travelling from Saskatoon to NE Ohio via Winnipeg, North Dakota and Minnesota don't have much chance to warm up!
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3 comments:
Huzzah! The magnificent Jammies is triumphant once again! :D
Yay!
BTW, chocolate should be in the mail tomorrow.
Hey, TMT, I love your new picture.
Sherri, thanks!
Otter, you think everything should be put between boobs first.
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