This dress was purchased on my lunch break today at Macy's for the wedding we're going to in Chicago. I think it's a very smart purchase- brown and black in one dress, which means more shoe and accessories possibilities, plus it was 70% off. Whitney is going to take it in for me, in exchange for a case of moxie. When I brought it home to show Josh, he asked if I was sure it wasn't too casual for a black tie optional event. I might have scowled a bit, because he quickly piped in, "I don't know. I don't really understand women's wear." Unlike my friend's boyfriend. Before they left the house tonight he advised her that black shoes didn't match the printed dress she was wearing. I laughed out loud.Last week, it was a rat in the car. The calamities continue. In the first ten minutes after I left the house this morning, I unknowingly left my debt card at home, had no cash, and left my barista no choice but to take pity on my foolishness and give me coffee for free. I then checked my bag to see if my debt card was floating around in the bottom somewhere, and there was a bug crawling around! I turned my bag upside down on the passenger seat, started driving, but was so shook up at this point that I took a corner too sharp spilled my coffee on a considerable portion of the dashboard. In less than ten minutes.
The bug sort of looked like this, and was black:
I was just thinking... you really should be careful how much of yourself you put on the Internet. There is a young man who is volunteering at my job, and when we told him that we saw he had a MySpace page, his response was, Uh-Oh. (I didn't actually see his page, I found it when I searched for his first and last name.) And I just saw on this girl's MySpace page today, photos of her on the job teaching and slightly S&M photos of her tied up with rope (though fully clothed.) All I could think was, Wow, I would really not want my boss to see that on my page. It's highly possible that my boss has seen my profile on MySpace, it's possible that she's read this blog. Although it might be less revealing and therefore less engaging to express intimate details of my personal life, I have to keep in mind that members of my family and people at my job have access to all of this. This is just a reminder to to everyone else not to put things on your MySpace page that would cause you to say Uh-Oh if someone mentions it.They, whoever They is, really need to add Myspace to the dictionary.
