Trying Not To Poke Someone’s Eye Out

First off, Happy Birthday, Uncle Doreen!  Since we’re not currently being wined and dined by significant others at this time in our life, I’m takin’ ya’ out girl—get all purdied up!  I’ll be there at 6:30!

Right up there with cooking is my dis-love of shopping.  Especially for myself.  The thought of going shopping for clothes and having to try things on and try them on some more is enough to make me more than a little crazy.  Given the choice, I’d buy 10 pairs of matching blue shorts and 10 ultra-white t-shirts with cool logos on them, toss on my ball cap, and be set.  I like simple.  Unfortunately, working for a rather, shall we say, conservative company, I have to get dressed up every day and look boss-like.  My stab at rebellion is wearing open-toed flat sandals all summer.  And, being middle-aged, my dyke wear is not always appropriate any more, even in social situations.  So, I have to go. 

Even worse, I need to go bra shopping.  I’ve put it off for months.  I like what I like and it’s not so easy to find.  I don’t have ginormous breasts like my best friend and need an Army to support those suckers.  I want plain, I want white, I want no damned underwire or boob squeezing contraptions.  I basically just want to keep from poking someone’s eye out.

Wish me luck—I’m outta here—got me a good friend to pamper.

Oh, and seems I also got blog interviewed, should you be so inclined to run over there again for me. 

It takes a long time to grow young. ~Pablo Picasso