Well, hell. Apparently my aunt's decline is accelerating exponentially. Was going to call her tomorrow, but have just been informed that she's no longer receptive to that. So. I wanted to get up there one more time, just kept being a procrastinator/in denial. Too late for that shit. Guess next time will be for the funeral, goddamnit.
She's always gonna be my cool aunt, smoking Kools on our back patio as she brushes her to the knees hair to dry. The one who, when stuck in a hospital bed in her living room last month waiting for her pain patch to kick in and perusing the picture from my trip to Nepal and Bhutan, answered her husband's query as to what we'd been doing with a whimsical "Oh, not much. Just traveling to the other side of the world and climbing mountains" and then asked me what other vacation pictures I had so she could get in some more traveling. The aunt who snarked at the inconvenience of dying but "at least it got people I love out of the woodwork. And my quilts will FINALLY get finished! And hand quilted!"
Yeah. Mightacouldawoulda. Done.
Sorry to hear about your aunt, Sarameg.
FREAK. And I say that with all judgment inherent.
Did you watch he NYT video at the end of that article? Everyone is a character.
I MUST HAVE THE WONDER WOMAN SHOES!!!!!
Those are the ones I want, too.
Sophia, is this the one you are looking for? [link]
I'm sorry, Sara.
I'm thinking about selling stock/exercising options. It feels like a crazy impulsive thing to do, but I think it might actually be sensible?
So sorry, sara.
Predictably, I mostly want the Batman shoes. I haven't had Chucks in forever. I could handle a pair.
I've wrapped my hand with that crepey almost sticky tape to see if that helps the swelling go down. Still hurts.
Liese, D doesn't have a rice maker nor a printer. The printer is more important but she's going to get one tonight and the rice maker was her roommates.
Those shoes make me wish I could wear Converse so I could covet them properly, but I know they'd hurt my feet. But so cute!
Oh shit, those shoes make me think about a Wonder Woman costume for this Halloween wedding party I'm apparently invited to. Not that I would go as Wonder Woman, but I could be Diana Prince with some stuff peeking out of a suit!
Someone remind me of this in a month, when I am panicking.
