Today I worked from home and went to Adoration, and the only thing interesting about that is how, as I was heading home, things escalated quickly. When I left the church, the snow was softly falling, but about halfway home it had turned into some sort of sleet thing that was hard to get off the windshield, and I was driving nineteen miles an hour in an attempt not to slide off the road but this guy insisted on driving right on my tail even though - apparently he was unaware - there was a lane just to the left where he could have passed me if he was in such a gosh-darned hurry in such bad weather. Finally I got to the back roads where there was no traffic, and I could putter along at nineteen miles an hour, barely able to see out the windshield and trying not to slip all over the road, without anyone breathing down my tailpipe.
I just ordered a travel-sized bottle of lotion that is supposed to be the smell most attractive to Capricorns because a) we are going to travel soon, and b) the Sagittarius who lives here with me loves the smell of it. I wonder if he'd like the smell that is supposed to be formulated for his own sign just as much? Anyway, it came with a free bag of tiny crystals.
I am not sure what to do with this. None of them really glow under regular
blacklight; a few of them glow really well under the special blacklight flashlight, but that didn't show up in a photo.
Meanwhile, at work Travalon cannot escape "
Six Seven." It's even in the coloring books!
Tiffy once had a coworker who said the two worst hotels he ever stayed at were called
Westward Ho and
Shady Elms, so he advised against staying at any hotel with the words "Ho" or "Shady" in the name. We figured this meant the worst hotel in the world must be called "Shady Ho," which definitely sounds like a place businessmen cheating on their wives would take their mistresses for an afternoon tryst. I thought about this when Travalon brought stuff home from his storage shed, and one thing was a plush, hot pink pillow that I used when taking the train to
New Orleans, so I then named it Pink Little Easy Shady Ho, or PLESH. (Since New Orleans is the
Big Easy.) I had forgotten about PLESH and another hot pink pillow with neon orange abstract designs that look a little like houses, and I was delighted to see them again, but they got kind of dirty being in a storage shed. I wonder if I can throw them in the washing machine?
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