If the thirties are the new twenties,
Mar. 24th, 2016 06:32 pmThen why don't I feel any different?
Age is but a number. Wisdom is gained through experience, including failure.
That's enough.
Clothes shopping was brisk. I do not like shopping. I want to find what I need and get out and if I don't find it right away, I get cross. This is why I took Chezzie with me for my wedding dress, because I would have picked the first one I tried on and be done with it. I did manage to snag a pack of pretty cotton underwear, five pairs of colorful socks, two sweaters and two Star Wars shirts to replace my old Rebel Wear and Imperial Wear shirts from the 90s re-releases. I've been sleeping in the classic Star Wars movie poster one with all the sparkles. The other has a TIE fighter on the front facing out and a X-wing backside on the back. I'm with Harry on this, Episodes 4-6 are the best. The only thing Force Awakens has going for it, from what I've heard and read, is a female Jedi (You know most of the Council were the males of their species) and Han Solo dying. I...I just don't care enough anymore. I'm still trying to figure out when to go see Bats versus Boy Scout and keeping my expectations low. I LOVE the Justice League animated series, both of them. DC AND Marvel proved just how badly a movie can go with too many characters. I'm looking at YOU Spiderman Three and Batman and Robin!!!
Utterly, utterly RUINED Venom. I will never forgive them.
Becca got two dresses; one that Mama A liked best and one for my wedding that I liked best. Mama A does Not Approve of asymmetrical hemlines. I owe her $20.
Yesterday I got a present from Polar Bear, *GLOMP* *SNUGGLES*, 2 dozen roses and a cake from my kiddos. The cake is pretty darned good for Walmart. I played Diablo 3 until bedtime and called it good.
This weekend is fondue ritual and Becca's birthday. There will also be fire. I have a trunk full of sticks and a chimnea (or however it's spelled).
Age is but a number. Wisdom is gained through experience, including failure.
That's enough.
Clothes shopping was brisk. I do not like shopping. I want to find what I need and get out and if I don't find it right away, I get cross. This is why I took Chezzie with me for my wedding dress, because I would have picked the first one I tried on and be done with it. I did manage to snag a pack of pretty cotton underwear, five pairs of colorful socks, two sweaters and two Star Wars shirts to replace my old Rebel Wear and Imperial Wear shirts from the 90s re-releases. I've been sleeping in the classic Star Wars movie poster one with all the sparkles. The other has a TIE fighter on the front facing out and a X-wing backside on the back. I'm with Harry on this, Episodes 4-6 are the best. The only thing Force Awakens has going for it, from what I've heard and read, is a female Jedi (You know most of the Council were the males of their species) and Han Solo dying. I...I just don't care enough anymore. I'm still trying to figure out when to go see Bats versus Boy Scout and keeping my expectations low. I LOVE the Justice League animated series, both of them. DC AND Marvel proved just how badly a movie can go with too many characters. I'm looking at YOU Spiderman Three and Batman and Robin!!!
Utterly, utterly RUINED Venom. I will never forgive them.
Becca got two dresses; one that Mama A liked best and one for my wedding that I liked best. Mama A does Not Approve of asymmetrical hemlines. I owe her $20.
Yesterday I got a present from Polar Bear, *GLOMP* *SNUGGLES*, 2 dozen roses and a cake from my kiddos. The cake is pretty darned good for Walmart. I played Diablo 3 until bedtime and called it good.
This weekend is fondue ritual and Becca's birthday. There will also be fire. I have a trunk full of sticks and a chimnea (or however it's spelled).