Only Me...

I was so caught up in the foul language onslaught that I forgot to tell you about the rest of the visit to one of the City Colleges of Chicago on Tuesday.  Before I left I made a trip to the ladies' room.  It seemed like a safe place to go, as far as public restrooms go.

So stall #1:  There's a lady in there, and I know this only because the door is wide open.  She looked up at me like nothing was out of the ordinary.  I think she smiled at me, but I was busy running away.  I decided to go to the other end because I didn't want to be anywhere near this nut. In the stall at the other end, there was another lady, door open, sitting there with her head in her hands.  She looked upset, but I wasn't asking because I was too busy trying to make my way (quickly) to the middle.  I have no explanation, folks.  I thought maybe I was being "punked".

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I found the perfect pair of black boots later, at St. Vincent's.  Perfect because of the low heel, tall shaft and soft leather.  I wanted to wait for half price day, but I was afraid they'd be gone, so I went ahead and shelled out the twelve bucks.  Ouch.  I didn't get anything else.  Can you believe it?  Oh I saw plenty, but I was disciplined for once and left those Ralph Lauren alligator pumps right there.  I'll be regretting that one for awhile.  Of course I do have those kitten heel, cheetah print boots that my friend sent to me.  My daughter thinks she's getting them, but not this time.  I may be nice though, and let her wear them out Salsa-ing this weekend.  After that, she'll need to find her own.  They are too big  roomy, the heel is low and they are dressy enough...for pretty much anything that I need to attend.  My social calendar is a little light.

I've decided to stop fighting the early onslaught of Christmas and just go with it.  The stores, the t.v., the magazines--they've all decided that Christmas is here, so I'm just going to go with the flow.  It's feeling like Christmas here anyway, with biting cold, dark skies and wind.  I'm sure that the snow isn't far behind.

The weekend is almost here and I am looking forward to more of the same--trying to find all the things I packed and didn't store because I'd need them right away.  I think I stored them. I'll say it again...I hate moving.