My Mom used to talk about "getting your ducks in a row". It was one of her most favorite cliches to cover everything from getting our homework done to making sure we looked normal when the neighbors called the police because Dad was having one of his episodes.
As rebellious as I am I find I often turn to "rowing" during times of stress.
The basement clearing has gotten to me this week and I have abandoned it with rows of contractor bags and old files all over the floor.
As long as they're in rows I must have accomplished something.
It doesn't help that the freakin' planet can't decide what season it is. It's hot and humid again and that just makes me even more grumpy than usual.
I also had to go shopping for something to wear to a wedding. Since I'm hard to fit and have money constraints I of course left it to the last moment.
I really have an issue with what I see in fitting room mirrors.
I love the couple getting married and Hope is the flower girl but most of the people attending are ...
I did find an amazing push-up, push together, create cleavage bra to go under my sparkly black top so it will be ...
Full tits forward!
Oh and I got earrings that are silvery dangling balls. Need I say more?