Or something like that. It's the second day of fall, but the temperatures around here haven't really gotten the memo. At least not yet. Tomorrow morning it's going to be crisp, and I can't wait. I think my favorite days are when it's cool enough for a jacket in the morning, but you can shed it by noontime. Love love love. And I just purchased a new fall hoodie from Lululemon, which I already ADORE. I will most likely live in it. And die in it. And be buried in it. And...I think I just grossed myself out. But whatever.
And is it really almost October? This baffles me. I don't get baffled easily, other than when I say I'm baffled but I'm really not. This isn't one of those times. October means it's REALLY fall. It means pumpkins and leaves and cinnamon. I mean, it's practically Santa time. For the record, this is going to be the year I finally invest in a giant inflatable holiday character for my balcony. I'm turning it into a freaking wonderland. It will be epic.
I'm supposed to be writing a lit review right now. I obviously have something useful I'm supposed to be doing; hence, this post was born. Something else that's baffling: how I can type so fast on blogspot but not in Microsoft Word. Must be a programming glitch. Mr. Gates?
I burned my arm last week trying to pull a spaghetti squash out of the oven. Instead of pulling the rack out of the oven, I instead tried to shimmy my arm in there and grab the pan. Big mistake. The burn swelled up and made a mark, and now I will surely have a disgusting scar on my forearm for the world to see forever.
I suppose it's time to get back to the paper. I now remember why blogging was so popular in undergrad.
I'm not sure you are still gonna have your lululemon obsession at 80. You see I've determined that no one I know is gonna die before age 80... and you are so healthy I'm givin' you 20 more years, so at 100 you might look a little silly in elderly lululemon.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to see your Christmas Wonderland. I believe in it's epic-ness.
Scars are cool. You just have to come up with the right story to go along with it... like you got a burn from pulling children from a burning building... or you could just steal the story from the end of Mulan. Not cause you are Asian, but because homegirl was getting fireworks shot at her and she has a pet fire breathing dragon. It's totally believable that she would have gotten a burn.... ok so you might have to leave out the pet dragon.