Car! Car, car ,car, car, car!!!!! I finally have a car of my own! Not a car when no one else needs it, not a car sometimes, not a car that I have to explain why I need it, just a car...my car. Yay! It's old, but it's hot! 92 Prelude, black on black, needs a paint job in the spring but drives great, accelerates nicely, handles beautifully, fits like a glove. Mind you, I think the back seat is only there so you can tell the insurance company it's not a 2-seater, but hey, kids are small..it'll do.
Like has been nuts lately.....I am hovering on the brink of sanity. I suddenly get Postcards From The Edge ......I guess that's me.....I guess this is the postcard LOL. School is making me nuts..the professor, upon whose shoulders rests the task of educating tomorrow's nurses, has this rather unsettling habit of suddenly, without warning or apparent reason, donning these blacker-than-black, Terminator-style sunglasses for exactly 2 minutes during our class. Then, as nonchalantly as she puts them on, she discreetly removes them and returns them to her purse. Go figure. I figure it's either a well-camouflaged psychotic break or the emergence of some alter-personality. This alter-ego apparently can't stand the class either, tho, as it seems to makes it's escape even quicker than I.
Went to Chinatown for lunch today. On the way back, I spied in a storefront this kinda funky-looking asian/geisha top with a single string in the back and a chinese collar..I figured it might pair with a skirt for a fun New Year's outfit, and at $4.99, the price was right. The saleslady, however, left something to be desired. She tried to sell me this little, mismatched purse to go with the top, which I repeatledly declined (in English, which was apparently was my first mistake). When I went to debit the top, I asked why the $4.99 top was costing $10.94. It was the bloody unwanted purse rearing it's ugly head again....when I tried to insist I didn't want it, the saleslady became irate and began yelling at me "okay you pay me cash now for the shirt", to which I was tempted to reply that I no longer wanted it at all. The look in her eye, however, caused to to fear that she might maim with a chopstick, hence I thought it wiser to pay her and get the hell out with my noodle intact. The irony of it is that when I got it home, I discovered the shirt doesn't fit right...figures. Dare I try to return it? Hmmmmmm. To be continued...............
Like has been nuts lately.....I am hovering on the brink of sanity. I suddenly get Postcards From The Edge ......I guess that's me.....I guess this is the postcard LOL. School is making me nuts..the professor, upon whose shoulders rests the task of educating tomorrow's nurses, has this rather unsettling habit of suddenly, without warning or apparent reason, donning these blacker-than-black, Terminator-style sunglasses for exactly 2 minutes during our class. Then, as nonchalantly as she puts them on, she discreetly removes them and returns them to her purse. Go figure. I figure it's either a well-camouflaged psychotic break or the emergence of some alter-personality. This alter-ego apparently can't stand the class either, tho, as it seems to makes it's escape even quicker than I.
Went to Chinatown for lunch today. On the way back, I spied in a storefront this kinda funky-looking asian/geisha top with a single string in the back and a chinese collar..I figured it might pair with a skirt for a fun New Year's outfit, and at $4.99, the price was right. The saleslady, however, left something to be desired. She tried to sell me this little, mismatched purse to go with the top, which I repeatledly declined (in English, which was apparently was my first mistake). When I went to debit the top, I asked why the $4.99 top was costing $10.94. It was the bloody unwanted purse rearing it's ugly head again....when I tried to insist I didn't want it, the saleslady became irate and began yelling at me "okay you pay me cash now for the shirt", to which I was tempted to reply that I no longer wanted it at all. The look in her eye, however, caused to to fear that she might maim with a chopstick, hence I thought it wiser to pay her and get the hell out with my noodle intact. The irony of it is that when I got it home, I discovered the shirt doesn't fit right...figures. Dare I try to return it? Hmmmmmm. To be continued...............
posted by Erika at 10:44 PM
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