Chit Chatty Update

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I write I don't write, there is no telling when I'll pop up on my own blog these days. I guess I haven't felt like I've had anything to say.  I feel a little like I need to hibernate after all the writing I did earlier in the month. Plus I've been running around getting all kinds of stuff situated for various odds and ends, we get married tomorrow and dammit I'm wearing a tiara, lol. It's not going to be anything fancy, no ceremony at all really just us and a few friends at the courthouse but that is no excuse to miss out on a good photo opportunity. Which of course meant a shopping trip! One of my girlfriends and I braved the mall last night in order to procure just the right tiara and hair clips. Somehow a hoochie dress jumped in my bag while I was there too. It's a good thing Das is in a generous mood more so when the clothes that mysteriously find their way home with me are tiny and form fitting. ;)  I tried on a skirt in one store because it was cute and I love stripes, umm why was it really a dress in my world?


needless to say I did not buy it but the temptation was strong, lol. Now I really need a referee tube dress. :) What can't be seen well in this picture is that even though I've lost quite a bit of weight very little of it has come off my butt, lol. I'm all butt and belly, it's cute. Not exactly sexy but it works. I still think the inventor of lycra should be canonized. What on earth did people do before it? Hmm maybe have clothes sewn to their actual measurements... it's a novel idea, lol. So many seamstresses have taken my measurements and blinked, hard, several times. I can't prove it but I'm pretty sure they also did a couple of shots of Jim Bean when my back was turned. Seems I'm nowhere near standard sized. 

I wish I could wear my contact lenses purely for vanity's sake but my allergies are still marching ahead full force so glasses it is. Eventually I'll have to upgrade to a non librarian pair. Das saw some that I swear nearly matched my skin tone, quite a feat considering I can't even find foundation that does that. 

Tonight I'm off to listen to music, chill, nibble on chocolate and scheme up ways to torture my poor unsuspecting owner. 





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