Sometimes I actually listen to myself talk and wonder why I haven’t hired someone to be on call 24/7 to bitch slap me when I bring up the following:
~ Sewing magic Mormon underwear for the Smithsonian, which should technically be referred to as Temple Undergarments. Who even brings this sort of thing up? Even if they did do it, it’s like making authentic Kotex belts from 1921 and bragging about it!
~ How exciting it would be to make costumes for an entire cast of men in “Romeo and Juliet” and thinking the glazed look in everyone’s eyes means their dreaming about it too.
~ Realizing it’s almost the 3 year anniversary of my quitting smoking, 2 year remembrance of my sweet Apple passing away, and my 1 year anniversary of “embracing” celibacy and that they all happened on the same day, August 2. This is also the day the government may default on its debt, which seems like the perfect segue of introducing the prior 3 facts into conversation.
~ I’ve been on this planet approximately 1,261,440,000 seconds and I just learned I should have been shaving the back of my legs, not just the front. I had no idea! My line of logic being that I shave my arm pits not the tops of my shoulders.