i'm dressed in my sunday best right now: shorts and a ratty t-shirt that has no idea that it's going to be an accomplice to cleaning. a lot. and a pair of slippers from target-boutique that say bad kitty on them.
as mom would say, i'm not dressed fit for a dogfight.
which is fine, because today i get to hang out for a while with sno-bowl, the works, and windex. very unsavory characters, let me tell you what.
and then i'm going to maybe finish watching blues brothers, because i started last night and was so tired that i gave up and went to bed. i think my apathy towards the movie was based solely on the fact that i was pulling a rip van winkle on the sofa. who knows.
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