Cassandra
I live in a fantasy world; one of peace and beauty with me as the gentle queen. All are welcome.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
It is an unfortunate human failing that a full pocketbook often groans more loudly than an empty stomach.
FDR-my second favorite president.
Many years ago, probably before most of you were born- ok, it was 1987; I attended a Ratt concert in Saginaw. I think it was Ratt, coulda been Iron Maiden…anyway..I used to dress all hoochie for these concerts. I was 14 years old and I thought that music videos reflected reality. I was wearing a leather mini-skirt, some sort of skull emblazoned tank top and my mom’s high heels, oh yeah and fishnets because a lady never leaves her house without her legs covered. So, back then you bought “main floor” tickets and fought to either hold your place or to get to the front. I was about 20-30 feet from the front gate (gate was about 10 feet from stage) and thses guys in front of me start fighting….mace gets sprayed and one of the guys falls back and slams my right foot. He didn’t mean to, he was just trying to maintain balance but it hurt like hell. My foot swelled and turned several shades of blue and purple. When I got home, I begged my mom to take me to the doctor because I was sure it was broken, but she just told me to put ice on it and go to bed.My right foot has never really been right since.
Fast forward to now, a few minutes ago; I was in my laundry room setting up a clothes rack and the damn thing falls on my right foot! The only thing missing was the burning sensation of mace.
A few weeks ago my friends thought it would be really badass to all wear their suits to one of their final exams. They thought it was awesome, I thought they kind of looked like tools for wearing suits to an Accounting exam, but don’t tell them I said that.
In better news, we all went on a weekend trip to Chicago! Besides the city occasionally smelling like feces, the trip was awesome. And the Art Institute was incredible.
That is GREAT! When I own my business, theses are the type of bad-ass guys I will hire!
Chicago is a fantastic city. I’m so glad you had fun there.
I love calico cats and I’m not ashamed to say it!
oh yeah, and otters too!
Why do precious morning minutes seem to go so fast?
