Wrote about on-line auctions. And wedding coaches.
Bought bar stools. At SuperTarget.
Chose not to shower.
Tomorrow: real content! I swear. And shoes! Because tomorrow I will shower, and put on some shoes. God help us if I don’t.
I get paid to give fashion advice. Seriously.
See all that laundry? All over the place behind me? We are slowly being suffocated by laundry in various stages of done and undone: clean but not folded, folded but still in the baskets, folded and carried to the proper child’s room where it languishes on the child’s bed until he decides to wear it (even if that means sleeping under it for three or four days first). And of course, dirty. Despite the fact that I did laundry yesterday (and the DAY BEFORE THAT) we are still stumbling over gigantic piles of very dirty laundry.
HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?
My goal for today is to deal with the laundry, and maybe get a shower. Even then, I feel like that is asking a lot.
And so ends NaBloPoMo: Day Three. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to fold some more damn laundry.
Steve Madden silk ballet flats, worn for a Friday playdate with Shana
There should be some rule that NaBloPoMo should NEVER start on a Thursday; I mean, here it is, day TWO, and I’m already reduced to posting pictures because I’ve got nothing to tell you.
NOTHING! Do you hear me? Nothing at all.
My new sofa is here! And so is its cousin, the love seat. Let us all rejoice.
I want to lie down on it and NEVER GET UP. Too bad that’s not possible.
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Tomorrow is November 1, which means not only are your Christmas shopping days numbered, but it’s the first day of NoBloShoeMo.
You know, NoBloShoeMo? Thirty Days of Shoes? Dude. Where have you BEEN?
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