Relative to my normal couture which ranges from shapeless selections from the middle age catalogue to homeless chic, I looked cute today. I walked the dog and then decided I would go to the bar and not turn on the computer or watch 48 Hours Hard Evidence or Mystery or any other spouse murdering dramas that seem to be standard Saturday night fare. You feel better watching relationships that really didn't work out when you are are all dressed up with no place to go on a Saturday night, I guess.
It's a lovely night, the humidity is low and my hair is cute. For all the time I am out looking less than stellar, I could stand some cameos out and about looking cute. But I'm here instead. I'm out of my dress and into my jammies and a little annoyed that I have to be "out there" to find someone to stay inside with.
I ran into a neighbor yesterday. They have a 1 year old daughter and many great reasons/excuses for not having people over or going on vacations but they do both. I don't have it harder than anyone else, I just insist on things other people don't. Like perfection. More to come on this when I have the words for it.
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