Of Monday Morning revisited.

I cannot remember the mornings before Frederick. Thanks again Mix and Doof. Hope reservist flies by for doofles.

I have this terrible song stuck in my head, thanks to my aunt’s wedding anniversary. And seeing as how that’s two weeks away yet, I’m going to be “very happy-happy-happy in my heart” and “can’t stop my feeeet” till the 22nd at earliest.

Yesterday’s “high tea” with Farah and Peewee turned into a ridiculous shopping fest. I blew an entire week’s allowance, and came home with a brilliant (hue-wise, not IQ-wise or cool-factor-wise) orange tube, which shall NOT be worn as a dress, thank you very much. Also, a brilliant (cool-factor-wise) tshirt and a spanking new pair of shoes which I’m going to break in today at work.

I’m staring at them now, and I could swear they weren’t this high in the shop. But I’m a Nansi, and Nansi’s are always up to a challenge hey.

Here’s hoping I make it through the day without breaking my ankle yet again.