I'm sorry, RB. Hugs to all of you, especially your dad.
This is fabulous. But why can't I ever remember not to read the comments? Ugh. I keep reading the comments.
Ooh, ooh, is it how sweet the friendships are? Is it the quipping and silly turns of phrase? Is it the kicking of supernatural butt?
I actually didn't think much of the first few episodes and am not sure why I was compelled to keep watching, but I ended up watching like the first five that night and growing to love it.
And a nasty bigot. Was she really that funny, though? I never watched anything she was on.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh, sooooooooooooo sooooooooorrrrrrrrrrreee!!!!!!!!! I got the quid pro quo yoga thing, so YAY, and I took my first class on Thursday and owwwwwwww. Running to make my morning training meeting likely had a lot to do with it. I was hardly able to shamble around on Friday and didn't go to class again, which is a good thing because not only would I have collapsed on the sidewalk before I'd made it a quarter of the way there, but I would've been just doomed when it came to walking around the Chinese New Year Festival I attended with my friend's family today. (It's not a huge area, but we were on our feet the whole time.) The area from the tops of my feet to the front of my ankles is the WORST! Every time I pick up my feet, those muscles protest louder than all the rest.
The Festival was great, BTW.
I wore this cute blue wrap dress my grandma gave me while cleaning out her closet two days ago and it looked great on me! I'm proud of myself for actually treating myself nicely and wearing something fun instead of deciding I'm not worth it. I even put on a bit of concealer and blush and touched the mascara wand to the tips of my lashes because I knew I'd feel a touch more confident in makeup today and I decided that was worth it, too. As an aside, KCCC worked great for smoothing back my ponytail.
I didn't bring a hat and it was annoying shielding my eyes from the sun, so I had the perfect excuse to buy a parasol.
I took forever to pick a color, but wound up going with a blue one that matched my dress pretty much perfectly. $6 well spent. At one point my friend's sister held it for me while I cut something in half and there was much joking about how I was not being tyrannical enough and should've been demanding she hold it higher and summon a servant to feed me grapes.
And there were skilled dancing dragons and a taro smoothie with boba and a good time was had by all!
At the end when we were leaving, this dude approached me and sort of interrupted himself and said, "Hm, you're a tricky one - could you be twenty-five?" and I said, "No," and kept walking. Then my friends' parents remarked on the shadiness of whatever this person and the others with him were apparently offering, which involved young women in Vegas? Umwut. Being oblivious totally worked in my favor because all I knew was the guy was acting like a TV type who wanted something and was multiple standard deviations off the "Are you 18 or over? *arched look*" norm of people's questions about my age. Well, also that his phrasing was weird as hell in both his comment and question. "A tricky one"? And "could
you be 25"? So basically, red flag red flagged a red flag, I kept it moving and then my friends' parents were all "We saw the biggest flag of ALL!"
In conclusion: teehee, I have a parasol!