I just want everybody to know some things.
First, Sean referred to today's look as "sexy '90s dockworker" and I think he was DEAD ON, man.
I feel like it's important to have at least one day a week where people look at me and think lady, you are a GROWN-ASS WOMAN! What in the damn hell is the matter with you.
Also it turns out that camouflage pants are a very handy thing to have at certain times and if only they had been the right color family I might not even have noticed the Diva Cup fail that occurred whilst I took a phone call from some admissions office dude. Who with a sentence managed to reduce me to barely suppressed SHRIEKING PANIC.
Second is that if I don't get into nursing school I am going to be a TOTAL DICK about it for like a whole month. That is my life plan. After that I will have to come up with something else, which will involve hourly wages in amount sufficient to cover child care for Daphne.
Third is that the sketchbook got short shrift, last couple days, so having completed my date with DeWalt (the cordless drill! Who is responsible for our now having a toilet paper holder in our bathroom!) I am off to scribble some sweet nothings on its pages. So goodnight. But remember! TOTAL DICK! That's the plan.