Steven Cojocaru to slap some makeup on me really quickly, and he refused because a reporter from Town and Country was coming to interview him. I begged and begged, and he refused, and I ran out saying “I’m going to remember this, jackass!”, to which he responded with a husky laugh, saying “Don’t they all…” I got in my Jeep and drove to the nearest drugstore, writing a journal entry in my mind about what a jackass Steven Cojocaru is, but the drugstore had no makeup and then there was a fire drill, and I didn’t win the Emmy because apparently you can’t win if you don’t attend.
It would have taken, like, 10 seconds to slap some mascara, eyeliner, and blush on my face. Stupid Steven Cojocaru.
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I took the spud shopping for new bras and shorts and a bathing suit this morning. We went to Kohl’s, because it’s close, and you can get pretty good deals on stuff there. It was a huge pain in the ass, though, because all the kids are out of school today. Kohl’s was packed, and there was a lot of traffic on the road.
I hate shopping for bras – I wait until mine are practically two threads held together by a clasp, and then I haul my butt to Lane Bryant and buy 8 at a time so I don’t have to deal with it for a good long time. Shopping for bras in a department store is a huge pain, because there seems to be little rhyme or reason to how everything is arranged, and she doesn’t like underwire bras, and blah blah blah. I finally found a couple of bras in different sizes and sent her off to the dressing room. She came back and told me which one fit the best, and I made her go back tot he dressing room with bras four different times. Once the bra shopping was over, I made her try on shorts, and then we went looking for bathing suits.
Unfortunately, the only bathing suits we could find were bikinis (which she won’t wear) in the petite section (which she’s not), so I told her we’d look online when we got home and see what we could find.
She went off to look at the purses, I grabbed some pillows for the couch (the old ones are getting pretty threadbare), and then we were on our way.
When I got home, I called Fred to tell him how much money I’d spent, and he gasped (hey, bras are expensive!), then said “I KNOW bras are expensive. That’s why y’all should burn them and let it all hang out!”
Yeah, I’m sure.
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The two things I want to get accomplished this weekend: weeding in the back yard, and cleaning (vacuuming and dusting) the garage. Oh, and getting caught up on my email. But don’t hold your breath on that one!
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Another sunset from our back yard.
The Bean, serious.
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