Naturally, my favorite was "Do you live in New York or San Francisco?"
Heh. I considered my previous landlord after running across an online profile where he made it clear he was looking, but decided in the end that I was too fond of the apartment to risk any awkwardness.
There's chocolate cake in the kitchen. Do I eat that instead of the cinnamon roll I bought for breakfast?
My meetings are falling out from underneath me today. I...am at a loss. My whole week has been driving from one meeting to another. I think my whole day just lost all of them. And at least one? Was freaking important and way overdue.
My sister has a pair of orange pants I hate. On at least one occasion she has worn these pants where she knows she's going to see me because she knows I bear an irrational loathing for them. I just...orange pants. I think that's enough. Today I'm wearing my pink and black polka dot and plaid top. Objectively I assess it as more than a bit ugly. It would be so satisfying if my sister hated it. I'd send her pics of me wearing it every time. I love this top.
These paragraphs were brought to you by no uniting principle whatsoever.
Do I eat that instead of the cinnamon roll I bought for breakfast?
Eat both! Cake now, roll later.
Hating orange pants is just good common sense.
I am wearing orange patent leather shoes. And a brown and orange dress. And it is cute as all get out.
I am wearing my Velma zombie apocalypse shirt: [link]
Velma looks quite fetching in her orange shirt and socks....
It's really entertaining to be drinking my tea and reading the internets on my day off--and have the NPR light-hearted transition at the bottom of the hour be a thirty-second squib about the program I manage.
Huh.