after I left work, I had to go to Tar-Jay. Turns out, all my underwear was dying at the same time. Probably because, go figure, it had all died and been replaced at once whenever last that happened. Anyway I went and wandered around and had a good time. Found a bag of acceptable cat food to stave off kitty starvation for a few days so I didn’t have to make an extra stop.
And then I came home. Isn’t that just incredibly exciting? Whoa. Who has the most exciting Saturday nights of anyone you know? That’s right. It’s this girl.
If you need to wander around wondering about the ineffable “what next,” Tar-Jay is a pretty good place to do it – ooooh, like those stools, if I were building a new house I’d want stools like that as the kitchen chairs. Ooooh nice luminaria things. ooooh, nice napkins. Pretty towels.
Well, you get the idea. distract the poor brain with pretty shiny things and let it do it’s thing behind the scenes. Works for me.
