(Can I just state once and for all and for the record in perpetuity that I am, without doubt, the UNhipest spinster on the planet?)
There are entire worlds of culture that are completely forgeign to me because I have somehow managed to remain a Barry Manilow girl in a Tupak Shakur world. Entire generations have passed me by without a second thought as to the signifigance of their likes and dislikes...hopes and dreams...achievements and failures.
In short...I have become one of the old man Muppets in the balcony of the theater griping about kids these days and their crazy shows.
And so we return to the land of Make Believe, or what I like to call the happy quiet life of a happy quiet spinster.
(Who still, by the way, loves her some Barry Manilow.)
I'll smoosh the linen back into place later, but here is the piece as it stands today:
Off to appointments and then the grocery today. I didn't go yesterday because I just didn't feel up to it, but the fridge is looking rather bare so it's time to pull my socks up and go.
Happy Thursday, Dearies. Do something fun and come tell me all about it!