I made myself head-bobbing lame yesterday trying to wear my new cute shoes. That's it. Sandy can have them if she wants them. My feet hurt for hours even after I took them off. Hell, they still hurt today. I desperately needed to go to the store last night, but I could not make myself take off my slippers.
So today, I am shod in a less painful fashion and it's off to the store(s). Jeez, there is so much to buy. I let Pebbles have so much of my stuff when she was initially moving to Dallas and I was moving in with Bick and now, I've got no iron, ironing board, no coffee pot, no vacuum, and the list just goes on and on. Hell, I've got nothing much to cook with. But I'll get it all replaced in some form or fashion, either by purchase, swap or barter.
The thing I loved about yesterday is my trash concierge. Seriously, here at The Closet there is a walk around trash service every evening at 8pm. The management even provides the trash can for a more uniform look. So between 6pm and 8pm, just place your trash and recyclables right outside your door and it magically disappears. Yes, I know I pay for this, but I hate taking out the trash worse than just about anything!
I've got one more little luncheon related thing to do before Saturday. I've got the favor boxes for the take-home red velvet cake and I think I'll go to Hobby Lobby or Michaels to see if I can find some easy way to jazz up the 4X4 plain boxes. I'd appreciate any easy ideas as supplies and time are limited. Also, I do need to buy trash bags for the aforementioned trash service. And I will look for some low-rider brown shoes. Everything I have is heeled and strappy. I need some shoes for winter. I've got nothing that is closed-toe.
Went to the gym this morning and had some company. There were three other people that came and went. Tomorrow I will try to take some pictures of life here in The Closet.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Put on your walking shoes.