I have some Very Important Issues to Discuss tonight, after: a full day of work; the realization that spring, spring is HERE; my first day at any job with OPEN-TOE CUTE SHOES; an after-work walk during which Cab acted DECENT; planting catnip and mint; pulling out some wind chimes; getting hooted at by some strange men in a truck.
Busy day, yes?
So, listen, here are my important things I could not wait until tomorrow morning to ask/tell you:
1) If you were going to an evening wedding in May, and you were planning on wearing a simple-but-flirty, plain-but-sexy red dress (knee length, drape-y on top, plunging neckline, tight waist, drape-y flared skirt) and had a choker-ish coral necklace that matched the red in the dress e x a c t l y, what color shoes would you wear? (Assuming they were wedgy-strappy-sandals of some sort, with a high heel, possibly a bit chunky, because: that is the kind of summer dress shoe I like.)
A) Red
B) Brown or tan
C) Metallic, as in a dark bronze or pewter
D) Black
E) Some unmatching color, like blue or purple or green or yellow
F) Some other color I have not named here
G) White is not acceptable! Neither is red, really, but whatever, maybe I need to go all out with this.
2) I have tried to think of something to call my husband here that is not his name, and not an initial. Name because, duh. And initial because I get really confused when I’m reading other blogs and they are using initials, and I get this R. mixed up with that R. and oh wait, isn’t that the R. that I thought was actually an uncle? And so on. Recently my husband and I were talking about how his name doesn’t really have a shortened/nickname form, and he said he read once in a book, in fourth grade, that a character with his name went by Jut. I find this to be hilarious and weird and also: good. So from here on out, my husband will be called Jut here, and also probably in notes I leave him on the fridge to tell him the dogs already ate lunch (yes, I am like that). Jut!
3) Today at work we found a slightly decomposed b-a-t in a drawer of one of the displays. It was very sad, and seemed pitiful and tragic. Also: stinky. His little toes! His stinky little toes!
And yet, we do not know how he got in there. So I am suspicious every time I open a drawer now, because what if a partially rotten rodent carcass is waiting? I must be prepared and steely!
I am so steely,
black sheeped
