Oh, yeah, I totally get mistaken for lesbian all the time, but that's not a particular surprise since I am pretty comfortable going for androgyny in my look. The best bit was at an Indigo Girls concert where not only did I look like half of a lesbian couple, but I looked like half of a lesbian couple where the other girl was the hottest girl in the place. That was an interesting friendship, I tell you what, and despite the fact that she really did fill the cliche of the blonde girl sleeping her way to the top of the company, she was a really intelligent, interesting person. But not gay, as she asserted at the concert. Hee.

I get mistaken for part of a couple at a lot of shows with a lot of different people over the years, because the SO doesn't really love concert-going and I do, so I go with all sorts of different people.

Anyway. What I came to post was: First attempt at wreath on flickr. It's kinda wonky, but looks reasonable from a distance. And laundry in and dishes in, so I'm doing pretty good. The Biscuit is here to inform me that the next task on my list is feeding him.

I stopped being productive, in favor of a nap, but now hair dye has been applied, though I still need to wash it out.

I took the first nap I've taken in a LOOONG time. I think I might feel a bit under the weather,

I dunno. The swag didn't come out that great. It looks kinda ridiculous. And I cut my finger with the kitchen scissors. Yeah, Martha doesn't have to worry about me.

IMO, Swags are hard to do well.

I went to the museum, and the Pixar exhibit is very cool. Bumped into one of my old bosses and bored him to death by complaining at length about the hiring process and reorganization we are suffering through since he left.

And now home again, crashed on futon. Nobody better make me move or anything for the next 30 hours.

I have accomplished jack shit today. Except for a nap. I think I need more than 8 hours of sunlight a day to function well.

I can do those fuffy Martha style bows but I suck at swags. I buy wreaths already made and then do the bows myself.

I think I need more than 8 hours of sunlight a day to function well.

Me, too.

My cookies look like clams.

Floors done, on to manicure.

Okay, I gotta go to church. Enough futzing around.