That's a line from a song. Can't for the life of me remember which one, though. For some reason I have Barbra Streisand singing it in my head. But I don't listen to Barbra Streisand as a rule. Must have been one of her 80s bad pop hits.
So guess it's been a while, huh? Talk about being a blog slacker. I've been so friggin' bored lately, it's not even funny. Bored at home, mind you, not here at work. The agency has been nuts. But I haven't had as many hours at the store, so I've had time to sit at home and think about how little I actually have to do other than work. I think about how I need a hobby. Then I'm reminded that writing used to be my hobby. But now I don't have a computer at home and I'll be darned if I'll pick up a pen and actually hand write something. Heck no! I might be technologically challanged, but I'm not a cave man, for Pete's sake. Must get home computer.
So here it is, after work, and I should probably go home. But why? Not much to do there really. So then I started thinking about how I should blog. But why? Not much to report really. But here I am anyway.
Let's see, what's happened since I last checked in. Gracie didn't quite work out. Too much energy and I didn't have enough time for her. So off she went to live with a co-worker who had another dog for her to play with and a nice, big yard for her to run in. They take her camping and swimming, which she apparently loves, and never, ever would have gotten the chance to do with me. She was just not a good fit. What I thought was a good walk was just enough to get her all revved up. I spent most of my time frustrated with her. Yeah, not a good fit. I miss having a dog, though. I tried to find a cat, but couldn't find one that didn't stick its claws or teeth in my flesh. Plus, where in the heck would I put a litter box? I'm hoping a nice little dog that needs a good home, no exercise, and won't eat my shoes or purses comes along. That would be ideal.
Speaking of shoes and purses, Belinda and I did some mega-shopping today. Big sale at Fashion Bug. She has an FB card, so she picked me up at lunch and told me to go crazy. So I did. New pants and shirts up the wazoo! I was in serious need of a new wardrobe. And now I have one. Woo-hoo.
And here's a cute Belinda and I story. We were out having ice cream the other night and we're sitting in the car people watching. This woman with a really cute bag is in the line ordering ice cream. We both said, "Cute purse. Wonder where she got it." So I get out of the car to throw away the ice cream dishes and do a sneaky little peek to see what kind of purse it was. I get back in the car and spit out, "Wal-Mart," like it's poison or something. "Ick," Belinda replies, and we both laugh. You know, just like we're Paris and Nicole and neither one of us have a purse from Wal-Mart. Cracked us up. You had to be there, I guess. Thank God for Belinda.
So now I'm the only one left here and should probably saunter on home. I have new clothes to try on. That's exciting. And I should probably go for a walk tonight. Not so exciting, but at least it'll get me out of the house for a while.
Man, I need a hobby. And a computer.