Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- my non-comment commentary, plus a little wet pussy The other night, Bemo went in to the bathroom to take a shower. He reached in behind the volumnous shower curtain and turned on the water, and then went to find his razor. Suddenly, there was a stifled scream and a thumpthumpthump clawing sound... as one *very* angry Gracie-cat, who had been hiding in the tub to further her own nefarious purposes, tried to bolt out of the slippery bathtub. I was in the bedroom reading, and heard only my husband's thunderingly loud laughter. He then marched into my room, carrying a dripping wet puss (Google-hit bait!) and plunked her down on my chest for drying and consoling. Life is never boring when you have pets. I haven't been commenting on what Caerula, Dichroic, SWWP, or Nataleeee have been discussing, because they've all said it better than I could. But I will point out that today I am nattily attired in Lane Bryant's best, namely a very nice coral v-neck shirt, well-fitting jeans, and a slick brown blazer. Now if only the weird blemish that has located itself directly in my cleavage would go away... Seriously, when I discovered Lane Bryant about four years ago, it was a revelation. Here was a store where I could buy clothes that I liked without having to hope that they had larger sizes. I didn't have to go to the men's section. And occasionally, the shirt or pants would be too large, and I would actually go down a size. The moral boost was incredible. I would like to be thin. But I also really like food. My primary bad habit is eating when I'm bored, or not in a good mood. I'm working on it. And I just signed up at the local county-run gym and swimming pool facility, which is ooodles cheaper, and where Bemo and I can play racketball and swim and use their equipment. Maybe I can finally initiate the weightlifting and lose weight plan on stumptiouous.com/weights. Actually, despite how nice it would be to fit into a smaller size, it's more important that I get more fit. I hate breathing hard after climing a couple of flights of steps, and I hate the fact that my knee hurts with only a little walking. That's gotta stop. Hmm. I guess I did have some stuff to say about it. So, anybody else vaguely interested in going to see Panic Room? 10:57 a.m. - 2002-03-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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