Rain, Clutter, Fashion

I was going around the house closing curtains just now, when I happened to glance at the digital clock and notice it was only 4:30 in the afternoon.

October is our rainiest month, oh yes it is.

So rainy that thick, slimy mold grows on sidewalks outside of gyms where the owners should know better. Thick, slimy mold that shrugs off Crocs like...well, not unlike water off a duck's back, to be honest with you.

I fell on my butt so hard my head hurt for half an hour afterwards. I've never gone to a chiropractor, but if I ever do someday, I bet she says "it looks like you had some sort of a blow to your pelvic region at some point."

In other news, my sewing table has been identified as the new center of the universe, an irresistible gravitational force to which all other objects are drawn. The rest of my office; indeed, the rest of the house, is in fantastic shape, but that poor table is taking the hit.

And finally, the girls just got home with their hair parted on the side, and I have been informed that this is news and must be posted on the Internet.


That is all.