—It’s been one of those days…I need a fairy tale and a blanket. Don’t judge. I have a little side that needs indulging.
—Ok, so, I hate drama, right? So why am I always in a position where I have to put an end to the drama?!? I forgot that one of the parts of being in a supervisory position means that sometimes, you have to use your mom voice and get the kids to shut up and do what you told them. Now, I’m tired.
—Pretty sure if my fairy godmother had produced a pair of glass slippers, I would have hidden a pair of flip flops in my hoop skirt. But that’s just me.
So I have a weird bruise on my leg, the kind where you wake up in the morning and wonder what the hell you did because there is no memory of anything happening to even begin to explain it…
Only thing? It looks like a freaking bite mark. On my leg. Above my knee. And my colleague just looked at my leg weird and I realized… my skirt when I sit is short enough not to cover it and my black tights are a bit thin. So you can now see his mouth-size bruise on my leg, which looks like a bitemark and my colleagues must think I had some really good sex while I can only wish that was the case. Happy Wednesday?
It's March, so I kind of hate the world but I don't really hate stockings, loose curls and dresses, for some reason.
For some reason, early spring always brings out my old love for what I (probably mistakingly) think of as “my fifties phase”.
I once again gets the need to wear thin coats, skirts, let my curls out and try on one of my two dresses. Today, after four hours of work with coffee and raspberry pie at a coffee shop, I even ended up getting myself some garters and matching stockings.
I don’t really like spring, because it’s annually trying to kill me, but the ‘fifties phase’ is always an amusing side-effect…
(I was momentarily considering painting my nails now that I have a week of from the ward, but that might have been to take if too far…)