With those stakes, I discovered I have about 8' less side yard. If I had to guess, our lot's about 200' deep, so on the plus side, that maybe 1600 sq ft was a significant chunk that I didn't have to mow today. It also helps explain why I've always had so much trouble with weeds (besides the fact that that edge is beside a weed field) and lack of sprinkler coverage along that edge.
This afternoon, feeling incredibly groggy, I decided I needed a cup of my fancy cocoa (with half a scoop of protein powder), and instead of using sugar or honey, I would use a few of the marshmallows for sweetness.
YES. This was a good idea. This helped stave off a mild panic attack because of my stupid brain deciding it wants to freak out over everything ever said to it. Cocoa and marshmallows made my brain be quiet. I need to remember this. Not the cocoa with protein powder, I've been doing that for a bit, but that 1) adding marshmallows is GOOOOOOD, and 2) maybe have this treat a bit more often because maybe it helps with the fucking anxiety.
So yeah. That's where I'm at right now.
To what will be the actual shock of everyone who knows me, I didn't go to Powell's. I waffled about it, because Powell's, but I haven't finished the stack of books I bought there last year. On the suggestion from someone on FB, the Renfields and I went to Black Cat Frozen Custard, which is a spooky-themed frozen custard place. It was lovely, but we weren't there for the custard, we were there to go to Conspirators Coffee Lounge, which is a coffee speakeasy hidden in the custard shop. You have to know the password to whisper to one of the staff at the custard counter. You enter via a door hidden behind a wardrobe, and step into someplace that looks like a reading room in an antique occult library; velvet chairs, (fake) candles everywhere, curiosity cabinets, a spiral staircase to another section, and so on. We were there strictly for vibes, but to our joy the coffee (and chai and matcha) were delicious!
The ball itself was wonderful. So many pretty people, guests and performers alike! If you are on IG, check out the one for the VMB. One of the performances was an aerialist who, instead of using silks or straps, used metal chains. She was wonderful to watch, but I felt they sympathetic need to coat myself in arnica.
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jengalicious: I saw your ex and his ladyfriend, but had no interaction with them. However, I can say that my all-white outfit was far better than theirs (I could tell he made her outfit by the usual last-minute construction flaws that were visible across a darkened room), and that he looks like the result of Baby's First Necromancy Kit. I took petty glee in both of those things.
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Yesterday I woke up with a terrible migraine. See, this is why I make sure I schedule a recovery day after an event, because I know my body hates me. Ugh.
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I may have figured out next year's VMB outfit. The white coat I wore for this year also comes in B&W stripes! All I'll need to do is remove that lace trim, add metal buttons on the front, and have the Madwoman in the Attic add pockets. Oh, and decide what color skirt and (sleeveless!) blouse I'll wear with it.
SO now He is freaking out that they same thing happened to him. Wants to storm the front office. I say we should check what we have in the locker, but this is no longer an option and everything I say is confusing and not pertaining to the current situation. I try and say that you just need to forget what I said and check the locker. He locks himself in the office. I go and check the locker and all of our stuff is there.
But, I am in deep trouble for confusing him. So he stormed out and has taken himself off somewhere that I am not. He now sais that he will just not ask me any questions and not talk to me. FINE!
I am hoping that he can back off from the outrage and calm down.
This disaese is so fucking evil.
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pooping out a window is legal in massachusetts thanks to an obscure 18th century law that is still on the books