Woman in HUGE sunglasses: It's just I only like men from the waist up...
This morning I woke up at seven thirty and made a detailed list of EVERYTHING I have to do before Sunday morning, i.e. when I abandon my cell phone and family to go to Bard for Orientation before I leave for South Africa on Tuesday. Suffice to say it was a pretty long list, and I felt myself getting a little bit panicked. And then, I honestly don't know what happened, because the next thing I knew it was 11 am and I had just had the strangest dream about riding horses in my basement.
Luckily today I managed to accomplish a thing or two. My highlight was buying a pair of Birkenstocks. Yes. I know. Shocking, But in my defense they are extremely comfortable and not as asinine as the Jesus sandals that have pervaded the feet of fashionistas for the PAST THREE YEARS. Some may cite the crashing economy, the increasingly terrifying examples of climate change, or the decline of Britney Spears as evidence that the apocalypse is near. Let's add these heinous roman sandals to the doom list, for they are the fashion undead, zombie zapatos.
Oh, and I got a new haircut yesterday.
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