Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Ok, so I went to Old Navy on Thursday and picked up some jeans and a couple pair of pants. I’m wearing my black ones today and I feel like George on Seinfeld when he had that noisy suit. I’m whooshing all over the place. It’s really annoying, but slightly funny!
Nothing really new has been going on. I’m still working all the time and I’m so exhausted. All I want to do is sleep. I’m still addicted to Flickr in every way and feel like I need to check it every two seconds. I was babysitting my mom’s bird, Pip, for a week or so and she finally came and picked him up on Saturday. Thank the heavens! I love him, but he is so loud. And he bites. I also ended up entering this contest for Belfort Furniture for the ugliest couch. The couch I have now my mom got when we lived in Florida. Which was….1988. And right now, it’s being held together by tape and a dream. It’s ripped apart on the side from where my cat used it as a scratching post and you need the jaws of life to get back off the couch one you sit down. It’s covered by a slipcover at the moment, but it would be great to win, so I wouldn’t have to invest in a new couch myself.
I’m still waiting for my copy of Breaking Dawn to come in. I’m dying to read it!
Ok, gotta get back to work.
