Confessions of a One-Track Mind

Had a very blonde incident today...Mb invited me to a car show in Kissimmee this evening, and I texted J to let her know that I wouldn't be over for cards...at least, I intended to. Somehow, I sent it to GK (They're the only people I text regularly), which I didn't realize until much later. Ooops. I let J know what happened, and she forgave me. No word back from GK, who's probably still wondering what I was babbling about.

The leg itch is still itching, despite me dosing it with the anti-itch cream which I *did* find. And I'm loath to apply Nair, although my shanks are getting shaggy. Which is a shame; while I was wandering around trying to decide what to wear to Old Town, I found a dress I misplaced a while ago...and it's finally cooled down enough that I can wear it. We'll see....

On the way out, I grabbed my mail. Electric bill: ARRGH! DO. NOT. WANT. Due 10/3, so at least I have time to figure something out. (Anybody need a kidney?) In much happier news, my renewed driver's license arrived, complete with the horrible pic they have from 75 pounds ago that makes me look like I should be slaughtering hogs in Iowa. I'm willing to forgive that, though, because the sucker doesn't expire until 2020---woohoo!!!

The next time Mb and I do the car show thing---and we will, because it's a weekly event at a smallish theme park called "Old Town"---we'll find a sitter for Jazz the Wonder Akita, who had trouble with all the noise, and we'll get there earlier. It was fun, though! I fell in love with quite a few vehicles, sigh!

And now off to bed; church tomorrow, and I don't want to miss the speaker.

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I was just looking at tonight's TV listings. Saw "New Year's Eve with Carson Daly" and was very happy for about three seconds, until I realized I was thinking of Carson CRESSLEY. Damn. I know which one I'D rather spend NYE with!

*headdesk* I went to post a comment on my yuletide treat, it wouldn't go through, I read some other stuff and managed to paste the comment and post it for the wrong story. (D'oh!) Now it won't let me comment to explain and I STILL haven't been able to post it to the correct story. Clearly, I need to take myself away to bed.

But I got a terrific story AND a yummy treat, so I'm going in a very happy frame of mind!

Sometimes, I'm just...blonde. Realization of this particular pheomenlanin-limited episode kicked in at 1:30 AM, after I logged off and went to go watch last night's ep of Jericho, which I *thought* I'd taped.

Uh, no. Set the timer just fine, 7:59 til 9:02, allowing for possible chronological inaccuracies...the only problem is, I set it for channel 8 (Supernatural) rather than channel 6. I ended up recording some stupid reality show that I don't give a fat fuck about. How exasperating!