I had to push my naughty cat down the page. Sorry, it was too funny not to share, she's relentless. Now you can look at my breakfast of champions.
While out yesterday I meant to get a light coat and some new sneakers, you know, FOR WALKING WHICH I SHOULD BE DOING, but I blanked and ended up with a pair of heels (wedding today) and a pair of freebie flat freaking jelly shoes. (They were free, I couldn't pick another pair of heels, damn it, they had no sneakers there... liquidation sale.)
As we were walking to macy*s to look at coats - the fire alarms were blaring and they shut the place DOWN. Guess that's a sign, of what I don't know. I had already looked in a few stores, but what I need is not found in stupid mall stores. I'm going to end up at a sporting goods store for a regular wind-breaker. Last year, I never really needed much more than a sweatshirt - but it's winnndy here closer to the ocean.
Regarding WALKING WHICH I SHOULD BE DOING? I might have to try to do more while Dad's ACTUALLY home, this street wants me as roadkill. I dragged the kids on a walk the other day, and it was more stressful trying to keep them far enough away from the road and to go slow enough to keep them with me. They're used to biking while I walk - we cannot do that on this street. Death will ensue. They are too careless for that. This road currently has two police stationed at the other end speed-trapping, and a big blinking sign: "YOUR SPEED - 35!!!" When most people pass, "YOUR SPEED: 55!!" The limit on the entire road is 35. Coming out of the driveway is a roulette game.
