The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
…into Those Good Tights
I don’t know what it is with me and wild tights, only that I’m wildly attracted to them, but perhaps they aren’t wildly attracted to me.
Are my legs too short? Am I too short? Should my heels be higher? Should my dresses be shorter?
I dunno. Only that I’m not giving up on tights that want to blaze like meteors and be gay.
Or something like that.
Please ‘scuse my rambling. I’m totally fried. Tonight I hid in bed with the cat, and then ate quite a bit of the Halloween candy I belatedly bought for The Teens. And sushi, half a Rainbow Roll. And sort of felt better.
At least better than I did earlier today when I instructed the receptionist to tell one individual who calls, um, a lot would be an understatement, if (insert this individual’s name) called me again, to tell (insert whoever) that I’d died.
I was joking.