Saturday, November 15, 2014

One Pair Left

Those three words are going to be the financial nail in my coffin - ugh, hate cliches - how about my epitaph? That would be appropriate for my tombstone: Submit Order. Two very powerful words, which taken out of context are kind of scary... but I have to be careful not to preach, I can't pretend that I can teach (thank you again, Pete).

As an aside... "And on the dance floor, broken glass." Not yet understanding what "bloody" meant in British lyrics, I assumed all the faces in empty rows had been sliced with bottles. Funny how wisdom works. It's a game-changer.

*HUGE GRIN ALERT!* I am so excited to see Ingrid Michaelson at The State Theatre next week. I just bought one ticket and the seating chart gods rewarded me with an end seat in the center orchestra. It may be Row U, but it's an end seat! Only one stranger who has to deal with me. I apologize in advance to the person seated next to me (I think it's Seat 112), I will be goose-bumping throughout the show. And I really do sing on key. Ask my husband. He likes to remind me that the audience has paid to hear the performer, not me. He knows me so well.

It is so nice too have my laptop back. It's keeping my legs warm.

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