I feel like I just woke up in my cottage in Connecticut and now I'm off in a horse-drawn carriage to chop firewood and drink apple cider. Except minus the horse-drawn carriage and chopping firewood. And the cider, because quite frankly, not a fan of anything apple, except caramel apples. With peanuts. But ONLY peanuts, no pecans or other fancy nuts. Well, I've reached my quota on the use of the term "fancy nuts" for the week. My, this is coming out quite stream-of-conscious. Get ready, here comes more.
Like I said, it's cold. (Except not nearly in such a concise manner.) We kept opening the windows to save on air conditioning, but now maybe we're going to have to start running the heat! I mean, I just had to warm up my coffee TWICE while drinking it because it kept getting cold! (Take that, apple cider. Jealous? You should be, hot juice!) ("Hot juice," another quota taken care of.) I'm going to have to pack up my summer clothes and haul out the container of sweaters, when in reality, I will wear like two sweaters over and over and completely ignore the rest until it comes time to box them back up and put them away. The same thing happened with my shorts this year. Yeah, sorry A&F yellow shorts. You're just a tad too jaunty and hard to pair with other clothes. That was $70 well-spent.
And why do I even own bathing suits? I might get in the water like twice a year. I'm still a tad bitter that three years ago, I found the PERFECT bright but not too bright pink bathing suit, only to not go swimming for a year and then when I did, whoopsie not only was it too big, it was so big I couldn't even wear it! It would just slide off in the water. Oh... sorry about that visual. Luckily we were in Palm Springs, so I just wore my American Apparel pink gym shorts. Yeah, sorry about that visual too. Maybe next blog I can talk about that time at the nudist colony.
I did have occasion to wear my delightful Paul Frank Julius boardies this year for my birthday at Coco Key except when we all arrived it was CLOSED for maintenance! It was a total Griswold moment! If there had been a moose, he'd have been punched, I assure you. So once again, money well-spent.
I just looked online at a few stores for Fall/Winter clothes and OF COURSE nothing appealed to me. WHY is that a rule, that color can only be worn in the Spring and Summer. If I could just wear pastels all year long, I would be delighted. Actually, I suppose I DO wear pastels all year long. Take that convention! I'm such a bad-ass rebel sometime. I am quite looking forward to wearing my two cashmere sweaters again, one in light blue and one in guess-what-color. So, I guess something good comes from all of this.
This is WAY late, but Monday the 16th was Yvonne Craig's birthday! OMG! I'm Birthday Neighbors with the original Batgirl! Happy (um, belated) birthday to one of the ass-kickingest heroines EVER! (And also, the first live-action super heroine ever... am I right?) Plus, she played the green slave chick on Star Trek, so double the geek-cred! When The Hub started replaying Batman this year, I realized I had ZERO interest in sitting through any of the episodes before Batgirl showed up, so now I know where I real allegiance lies.
Coincidentally, I have the BEST friends ever, and my friend Tee is like a KING! A GOD! He constantly blows my mind with the most thoughtful presents EVER! This year, (and I needed it this year), he stunned me with a GORGEOUS, PRISTINE Mego Batgirl! Mego FUCKING Batgirl! the packaging is repro and I'm fairly sure all of her costume is too, which kinda makes her even nicer than if everything had been original, because it was just like getting a brand new one! And the package she came on is this nifty bubble with another bubble inside, that you can OPEN and close back up, so that age-old collector's conundrum of "do I open or leaave it sealed" is solved with this puppy! You can do both! I mean, she won't be doing any hard adventuring, but it was nice to at least take her own and pose her a little before sealing her back up for display. Just GORGEOUS!!! And yeah, a funny coincidence, with the real Yvonne Craig's birthday... can't believe I never knew it was the day after mine!
