So I racked my stupid knee against my stupid desk yesterday afternoon and today the knee is !@#%#!@#! up. I remember hitting it and saying "ow!" loudly but it's not like it bothered me after that. I went on with my day, no problem. Forgot I'd even done it at all.
Until I woke up this morning and tried to, you know, walk on the damn thing.
ARgh! I have to lose five million pounds in four weeks! This ain't helpin' matters! NO! It's not!
In other news, the UPS man in his cute little brown suit has been fetching Mother of the Bride dresses to my door regularly but I've yet to find anything remotely suitable. How in the world do what looks like perfectly respectable looking "Mother of the Bride" dresses in the online ads translate into "Skanky Ho For Sale" dresses when I put them on?
The dress that was the front runner arrived yesterday but when I put it on and looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. When I went down the hall to show Daws, his eyes bugged out.
"How much?" he quipped.
And he didn't mean the dress.
And going out to the stores has not proven fruitful either. I think today's dress designers are all on crack; that's how messed up dress designs and patterns are today, I swear! I keep bumping into other Mothers of the Bride/Groom; we recognize one another immediately by our hollow eyes and sickly expressions.
One woman held up a revolting looking dress and hastily dropped it again, as if she'd touched a snake.
Horrible out there. Just...awful.
We're all thinking, "I spent four thousand dollars in gas to drive the 20 minutes out here and for this crap?"
Oh well. More dresses on the way. Keep your fingers crossed.
The UPS guy has a workout coming.