A few days ago, I showed you the clothes I was planning to wear to my new job, but of course that was before I started there and realized everyone wears shorts and flip-flops, and all the blousey shirts were fitting in like Tallulah at a teacup poodle show.
What you mean? I small. And see my teacup? No, Lu NOT know where other contestants be. …You got salt?
Nevertheless, when I SHOWED you said clothes, I cannot believe how many of you had 78 fits about my wire hangers. I mean, really? This really makes a difference in your lives? It's like the time I showed you the inside of my fridge and your heads all snapped off because of the mayonnaise I used. Oh, and because we refrigerate our bread.
Now, see, I shouldn't have brought it up again, because now I'll get 30 comments: "You reFRIGerate your BREAD?"
It goes BAD otherwise. It gets cranky and shoots the other carbs.
There are only two of us here, you know. Bread lasts a long time. A loaf can take us a month to get through. It's not MY fault you have 20 kids and barrel through a loaf a day.
I have no idea how I got off on this tangent.
Oh! Right. So, you all wrote in and yelled at me about my hangers like Joan Crawford, and next thing you know you'll make me eat moldy bread for every meal till I finish it and you are just reading my blog for the publicity, aren't you, Reader Dearest?
So, one faithful reader decided to not just chastise me for my hangers, she decided to do something about it. Faithful Reader LisaPie (no relation) (BAH!) made me some lovely (and they really are pretty) knitted hangers! I got them when I got home from work yesterday.
I don't know why I look high as a kite in this picture. Perhaps I am woozy with delight over my hangers. But LOOK HOW CUTE they are! Also yes, I am wearing that necklace again, which I was wearing on the 4th of July. Get over it. I like it, okay?
I would like to further draw your attention to the salsa stain on my shirt, which I acquired earlier last night while trying to eat a fajita and talk to my Aunt Sue on the phone at the same time. I blame Sue. And yes, my cleaval area is a tad…glisten-y. We had just walked the dog. It was 88 degrees out at 9 p.m. Sue me. I blame Sue me.
I have no idea if my accent mark is going the right way up there in that picture. Nice proofreading. Except I am a copy editor now so who cares?
Anyway, thank you, LisaPie, for the hangers. They are beautiful and I love them and I will hang hang hang with them.
She threw in two manly brown ones for Marvin too!
Talu has a lot of hangups about the whole thing.
Whenever we are walking her on one of these hot nights, Marvin and I make bets. "Air conditioner vent or water?" we'll guess. Talu stampedes for one or the other right when we get home.
We need lives. So bad.
But we don't need to go far for excitement because LOOK! We got a NEW DISHWASHER! Woooooo! Marvin's parents and my mother and stepfather got it for us for our anniversary. Note how the dish drainer, from when we had to do dishes by HAND, is still up there. With clean dishes in it. It provides a lovely juxtaposition between our past life and our present. I did that on purpose. Because I am deep.
It seems like I got something else that I wanted to show you, but what with the new appliance and my sweaty cleaval area and the hanger on my dog, you are probably overwhelmed, and anyway I can't recall, so there you go. I surely don't have to show you pictures of my new puppy. Crap.
Anyway, this is the last weekend you have to vote for me as stainiest blogger. The contest will be over on the 12th and they'll announce the winner in like 2014 or something. Here is the link. Vote for June. Vote for fajita stains everywhere.