And then sometimes...

Sometimes you just wonder, "How did it get like this? How does someone get to a point in life where this is OK?" A lot of times I'm a go along to get along type and I end up looking at myself one day and wondering where Alan Funt is.

Like today I find myself blogging to be sure that I don't miss a day. It's 7:45am and my hair is up and I've got jewelry on and I'm wearing the scintillating ensemble of slightly baggy dress pants (need dry cleaning but too lazy and cheap) with ribbed tights peeking out the top and rolling over my rolls of fat, padded Wal-mart bra and dress shoes. Am I having trouble deciding what to wear? Am I waiting for something to dry? Is it a belated breast cancer awareness deal? Really no, none of this.

My apartment is seven million degrees. I kid you not. I'm sweating in this delightful get up. The capper for the outfit is a gorgeous fuzzy v-neck sweater with a cowly sort of neck. It's pretty and it feels good and it's perfect for the ice box of my office and I'm going to the theatre tonight* and it makes me feel like I'm dressed like a grown up on a special occasion (if you discount the pet hair) but I had to strip it off the millisecond I got into the apartment or I was going to melt like the Wicked Witch of the West. It's always like this. And mostly I love it but, you know, global warming and mid Atlantic states and here we are, it's like 60 degrees outside and it's a greenhouse in my apartment.

It's no wonder the cat is chewing the hair of his legs, he's trying to take off his sweater!

OK, totally going to be late (and inappropriately dressed) for work, must go.

Stay cool!

*Going to see A Chorus Line, a musical about how hard it is to get a job as an actor and when you get too old for the business and what it's like to have to adjust your dreams and...right, late for work, short answer: A musical designed to break my heart just a little. Good times!