Yesterday I just about tripled my carbon footprint... cleaning with a fury worthy of inspection by 20 hordes of old "you're never going to be good enough" aunts...
I listened to an odd assortment of Christmas carols and old classics like "Wild Thing" as I whipped our downstairs into relative-worthy fare. I sewed couches back together (thank you sweet beagle of mine), dusted the thousands of square footage we call home, and scrubbed the stairs carpets till it gleamed with fresh-from-Empire-Carpeting (800-588-empire Today!) splendor!
ah... snow...
I am also getting together with my high school cronies for a holiday party. oh dear. What should one wear? there will always be the cute staple of jeans and t-shirts for that occasional snowball fight... but what if one's old flame shows up? There's the stunning leg-baring yet cozy long sleeved t-shirt material dress and Frye boot combo. A definite score in the eyes of all the old men who saw me at Starbucks the other day and insisted that all my coffee needed was some Schnopps... yeah... right...
That's right. I know how to to rock the old-people homes. *sigh* The trouble with being "classy chic" I guess...
At the end of this all I'll really need is a quarantine with a buff masseuse/chef/conversationalist/ personal trainer/part-time model.... for Calvin Klein... preferably.... I guess I can't get to choosey though. lol!
Merry Christmas everyone! And a Happy New Year!
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