I'm feeling a mega-lazy morning coming on. Do you ever have those days when it feels like gravity is stronger than usual? Soooooo heavvvvvvvvy. That is today.
I AM OFFICIALLY A MEMBER OF THE HOUSTON SYMPHONY CHORUS. OMFG.
And, what you probably haven't realized yet is that I will be required to wear the dreaded choir dress. The long, black mourning uniform that looks like hand-me-down upholstery. It has sleeves for goodness sakes. Sleeves! What am I bobsledding? No, JUST SINGING VERDI'S REQUIEM BIIIIIIITCH.
So many dolls two chairs are needed. Either my mom let me do this or she made me do it. Either is weird but, I look pretty happy about it. Why is Sophie on the end? She was always the most important one. Forget the others. I don't even know who they are. Remember in college when Suzanne stuck pins in Sophie's eyes? Well, I do. Also, Sophie had blue hair.
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG While searching for images of Beacon Hill (our new hood) I spent some time on the Wikipedia page about it. ECLAIR: BIG NEWS. AMONG ALL THE OTHER NOTABLE FORMER AND CURRENT RESIDENTS OF THIS MAGICAL NEIGHBORHOOD IS NONE OTHER THAN
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Sylvia Plath.
My research begins now. Will inform you of latest information as I learn it.
Phew. What a day in the life of a house wife. House fiance? Unknown. I am finally feeling more settled here in Boston. My car is registered and can legally park on the street near our apartment. Finally. No more hundreds of $$ down the tube at the nearby parking garage. I have a Mass license and plates! Weird. The PT has had so many different license plates. When will I stop moving????? NEVERRR
Shots of our silly neighborhood:
I forgot to mention after running all over town for the car stuff AND going to macy's for A MATTRESS COVER, I also went to the laundry mat and did a load. I'm 65 years old.