I do not like it when people call me "miss", like at work, here you go miss, like a term of endearment. It makes me cringe, children can call me miss, adults, please stop.
An assembled ikea chair is within reach, just a couple mishaps along the way, but I think tonight may be the night it will all come together and the birth of our futon chair can be celebrated. Champaigne might be in order, and a slumber party.
I have all these mini reese's cups sitting on my desk, I'm trying to figure out how to not eat them all today, but I also am selfish and don't want to share with my coworkers. I feel the roll of fat forming, expanding, saying feed me reese's peanut butter cups and allow me to grow.
Should I go shopping tonight, I want to get more stuff at ikea and go to DSW and get some shoes. By the time I get out there it will be 7 and I'll only have a couple hours. I don't know what to do, I could go sat. but its way more crowded....
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Please don't call me "miss"
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No problem motimeman, I can always use another distraction.
I didn't go shopping, we finished assembling our chair instead, so I'll have to go tomorrow and deal with the crowd. I just gotta stay focused, and not lose my cart.
We don't have a good DSW around here... I go in happily and walk out disappointed. Pff.
Yeah, I get a little overwhelmed there, I'll get disspaointed if I see shoes I like but they don't have them in my size, I could spend several hours there and I'm not even a big shoe person. The one I go to is in the MOA (mall of america), so at least I have several more shoe resources (nordstrom rack!) or I can ride an indoor rollercoaster if I get too frustrated.
Sorry CJ, I bet an indoor coaster is blasphemy to you, hehe.
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