My breakup with flip-flops
I decided yesterday that I have to say goodbye to flip-flops. I think flip-flops and I have fallen into an incredibly co-dependent relationship, and they’re bringing me down. I started a breakup note, since I don’t think I can handle seeing a flip-flop cry. Let alone two.
Flip-flops,
You’re my summer sandal, my year round indoor slipper, my every shoe. Even on days that I don’t mean to wear you, you’re so comfortable, I walk right out the door with you on. But see, the thing is flip-flops, it’s not healthy for me to depend on you so much. After spending an entire day with you, my lower back aches from your lack of arch support. You live your life so open, so free, but you leave my feet feeling dirty. And honestly, I think your ultra casual attitude reflects badly on me. You take a relatively cute outfit and take it down a couple of notches. And all you do it point out the flaws in my toes. Plus, I won’t even get into how some of my friends feel about you. I just can’t be seen with you anymore. But don’t worry. I’ve got some really solid sneakers and loafers, who are very protective of my feet, that will help me get through this. Maybe we’ll be together again someday. Maybe I just need a break. Some time to moisturize and get my heels back in order. We’ll see flip-flops. We’ll see.
Raiders of the Back Porch
Woke up this morning to find the back porch in utter shambles. It appears we had some overnight guests with less than polite manners and questionable food tastes. I didn’t have my camera with me this morning, so here’s an overview of the crime scene:
* Big bites taken from mini foam football. Then spit out on the floor. Were they raised in a tree? A back alley? The nerve!
* Georgia’s salad bar (aka kitty grass) was carelessly knocked over on its side.
* One of Miranda’s sneakers was dragged from edge of porch to mid-porch.
* Lawn chairs leaning on porch railing almost knocked over.
* Bag of icky kitty litter waiting to be hauled to trash made for a delightful midnight snack.
Who is responsible for this?! I demand answers. Something tells me it’s this guy, and it’s payback for disturbing his afternoon nap on Saturday. Warning woodland creature: two can play at this game!*
*Though, really I am terrified.
My brain. It’s gone to Potter
As with most books I adore, now that I am in the thick of the 7th Harry Potter book, I fear I have lost all sense of reality. Case in point:
I just found a super long, dark hair on my desk that without question did not belong to me.
Normally, I would find this revolting.
Today, my first knee jerk thought was, “Hmm… maybe I should hang on to this to use with PolyJuice Potion.”
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!!
In other news, I just saw a advertisement on the printer proclaiming the Grand Opening of Sears in Rome. Sears in Rome. Ken-it-get-more depressing, or curious, than that?
No, I have not finished reading it yet
Ok, so I’m a bit behind on the OHMYGODIT’STHELASTHARRYPOTTERBOOKGIMMIEGIMMIENOWNOWMYPRECCCIOUS phenomenon. But I am slowly catching up. Page 310 and counting. And, thanks to Kate, who lent me her copy shortly before my mom gave me the copy she bought me, I have a Book VII at home and one at work, so I can save myself the trouble of lugging that heifer around. As I have stated before, Harry Potter hardbacks tend to inspire trips to the chiropractor.
So, sadly I can’t talk about it with you(s) yet. And yes, I feel slow, especially since I live with a bona fide speed reader who read the damn thing in approximately 4 hours, give or take a millisecond.
That is all.
Update: There was a slight design flaw in my plan. Namely, the commute. I can’t possibly leave this book behind during prime reading time. So, I still end up carrying the book to and from work. Sigh. Doesn’t JK Rowling know a wizard that can put like a Dividing Charm on the book so you can just take sections out of it and replace them later, without harm to the book? I mean, I am assuming since this series is all based on a true story, she could just call up “Harry” or, probably the best bet is “Hermione,” to put a universal spell on every book sold? Or Jebus, what if these wizards are no longer amongst the living? What if they’re killed off in this 7th book?!! I better get back to reading.
