Not being able to get to half of my clothes and shoes is starting to take its' tole. I walked into work this morning and one of my male coworkers took one look at my dress and said, "Do we not have professional dress here?" I know he was just kidding with me, but still every joke has a shread of truth. I was wearing a black shirt with khaki pants today. I couldn't get to my nice black flats. They are blocked in the closet of hoarder's hell by the dresser and king sized box springs. My options were brown fuzzy boots, flip flops, house shoes, navy blue shoes, tennis shoes, or black and white converse style low top Ed Hardy's with a tiger painted on the side. I hate the sight of tennis shoes being worn in non athletic attire about as much as I hate blue jean shorts on guys. No matter if I went with the tennis shoes or Ed Hardy's, I would still look like the missing cast member from Jersey Shore. I picked the EH thinking it was the less of two evils (black shoes matching black shirt). Still, it didn't save me from the mochary. Feels like junior high all over again.
No work on the house today :(
P.S. Although the trim guy is finally coming saturday, there will be no blog updates until sunday. I'm going down to "God's Country" to celebrate the most AUsome football team's successful season.
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