I need new shoes.
On Saturday I planned to buy new shoes, but said to myself, "I'll just sit here for a few minutes and play XBox first."
Before I realized it the shoe stores were closed.
This pissed me off, not just because I do need shoes, but I also felt like a living gender stereotype.
So, no matter how much I want to hit that Xbox right now, instead I'm going to shower and go shoe shopping.
Time to man up.
After buying shoes this afternoon I realized I needed a pair of pants, so I went over to Cellio.
Once there I was delighted to find out I've dropped from a French size 48 to a French size 46. (In American terms I've gone down from a 38 inch waist to a 36 inch waist, so my beer belly is still there, there's just less of it.)
On another note I loved the price tags on the pants. One tag read "29 Euros." The tag attached next to is read "Solde! 2 Pour 69 Euros!"
Rome Girl took a picture of the tags and I fully intend to send them to the Fail Blog when she emails them to me.
One day last week, for work, one of my friends had to chase butterflies and put ants in jars.
Next month she has to do the same thing in Spain.
What, do you think, is her profession?
For the last several days Rome Girl and I have been getting nasty headaches. And we never get nasty headaches. And I've noticed lots of people on my friend's list are complaining about headaches and colds.
I wonder if there is a lot of volcano ash in the air right now that we are unaware of but that is fucking with us.