It's my eyes. They don't work, you know, good like they used to,
On the other hand, the bacon chocolate bar is hitting the dinner spot,
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It's my eyes. They don't work, you know, good like they used to,
On the other hand, the bacon chocolate bar is hitting the dinner spot,
Well, the Yule Ball is being played by a bunch of wizard rock bands, so I'm not sure waltzing will be called for. He can definitely swing dance, though-- we went last week.
I am wearing a 50's party dress with silver shoes and a silver mini witch hat fascinator. Mr. Flowersocks is wearing Ravenclaw colors and a vintage choir robe I found at the thrift store.
OMG, I went to my optometrist today (for the first time in three years) and he said, "Well, I can say that you don't have glaucoma now," in a way that totally sounded like, but you will have shortly. Which I knew, but still scary, and I need to get back going regularly even though my eyes settled (at very bad). I'll be getting new glasses for the first time since 2002. !
I have years and years more of regret than some of you. *sob*
The knees started making noise in my teens, though. I had some sympathy for the evil stepsister whose knee creaked in the Rodgers and Hammerstein Cinderella.
eta: I had to fix a misspelling. It's a sickness.
Kill me now. I have been trying to edit a paper for my sister all night. The procrastination has been worse than writing one of my own. But I am so tired and I want to go to bed.
In my own defense, this paper is shit. She just said the same two sentences in three slightly different ways in one paragraph. I just want to yell at her, "Read this at least ONCE before you send it to me."
In the middle of this, I have made turkey soup.
Well, the Yule Ball is being played by a bunch of wizard rock bands
Okay, we now have a contender to challenge Jon B.'s attendance at Theremin Camp. But it's a sweet nerdy love that swing dances to wizard rock.
all quid pro quo about our asses.
I want to have this phrase's little phrase-babies.
Lake sharks are so totally real. I am certain of it.
And I was looking at my nails today and I realized how old my hands look.
I have a bottle of lotion with sunscreen in my car now. Trying to get into the habit of using it everytime I get into my car. I really don't want my hands to look any older. So sunscreen, early and often.
The knees started making noise in my teens, though. I had some sympathy for the evil stepsister whose knee creaked in the Rodgers and Hammerstein Cinderella.
My knees used to click loudly when I was younger. Now, 100 pounds heavier and 30 years older, they don't make any noise. I cannot explain it, but I'm okay with it.
I have a bottle of lotion with sunscreen in my car now. Trying to get into the habit of using it everytime I get into my car. I really don't want my hands to look any older. So sunscreen, early and often.
I keep GLOVES in my car. Vintage (almost-)elbow-length cotton gloves. That's how much I fear the effect of the sun on my hands.