Thank the stars above for Coco by Chanel and my trusty hair ties. I feel just like Elizabeth I.
Luckily for my friends, I burned my togs while dinner was baking last night. I feel much better now:
And so, before my own mind goes, I'm off to finalize the orders for my last three card lines and sing at Marcia Gibb's funeral. Have a good, clean Friday, Reader. - Jen
I still remember when your favorite scent was
ReplyDeleteLauren...funny how those things hang in our brain.
Whoa! That's amazing, Todd! I guess I wasn't shy about dousing myself with perfume then, either, huh?!
ReplyDeleteYour brain's in a rarefied randomalia retrieval mode this week, what with Lungers of Augusta and Jack's Mens Wear and now Lauren to boot! Must be all those essential fatty acids from the avocado . . .
So sorry on the funeral, my last paternal direct to me family member died last night. An uncle.
ReplyDeleteHal was such a sweet AI, until that windoze designed worm got downloaded via Opened spam from his rich Nigerian cousin's lawyer.
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Back at'cha regarding your uncle, Mr. Boxed Set. Losing the last of the previous generation is a strange and powerful sensation.
ReplyDeleteHal is creepy - and sad. - J
what avacado??? (lol!)
ReplyDeletemy recall isn't what it used to be...it takes more time to access certain files...but there are some things that are stuck in there forever I think...just never the right things?!
The avocado that went with the crusty bread you were munching on when "the revolutionary concept in furniture buying" flew into your brain, of course - my brain can have that randomalia trap thang goin' on as well! Happy Sunday, Todd! - J
ReplyDeletelol..sorrry.that was just me trying to be funny...
ReplyDeletesometimes we can remember things from 30 years ago and forget what we had for lunch yesterday.
A joke!? Egad! I really am slowed and self-absorbed these days not to catch that one on the front end!
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure I didn't get lunch yesterday . . . perhaps my brain's just compromised by a lack of essential fatty acids . . .