What I'm thinking right now: That I wasted twenty minutes straightening my hair this morning. It's raining. I should have just taken another shower and gone out with fabulously wild hair...
Today's awkward moment: Went with my mother to work. She's got these hideous shoes on with grey dress slacks. I was giving her a hard time, when she found someone in the office to validate her fashion choice and introduced me as her "daughter who doesn't like her shoes." And I stood there and felt like the shallowest person on the face of the earth, faced with women who find those plastic nurse shoes and birkenstocks top of the line in shoe comfort and style. It's always awful to be put on the spot...and I like to think of myself as not-a-shallow person. But really, she wears these shoes in the garden. To spread manure.
Coming off the iTunes shuffle: something xylophone-y and symphonic from the album Takk. Sugar sweet and sad at the same time, it's a soundtrack for a remembered childhood.
What's on my desk: a translation of my article in the Cry, which needs to be done into Portuguese; a letter for our sponsors for the child sponsorship program, woefully overdue; even more overdue thank you letters to my own supporters; and a search for a new computer. I'm very sad about the changes Apple made for their new computers. They're sending me back to the dark side...
Wondering: How things are going in Brazil. Where J- ran off to, now that she's been gone for two weeks. If G- is still at the rehab center, and how he's handling it if he is. If my visa package made it to Chicago yet. If this counts as procrastination...
Which it probably does. Off to finish that to-do list...
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For anyone who is interested, I am going to have Jenna put up a photo of the sandles in question. Then you can vote on how horrible they were. FYI - she did take me shopping and helped me pick out an "approved" pair. Does anyone else hate the fashion police in their life? - The Mom
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