Cleaning closets

Doctor was an asshole again today. I really think he's got diabetes and just doesn't want to admit it. As soon as he has a Diet Coke he goes back to Mr. Happy. Until then, it's like Jeckle and Hyde. And boy, was he ever nasty today. Nothing was good enough even the girls had him constantly racked and stacked. Too much cocaine turns anyone into a cock face.

Cleaned out my closet, yay! Have all garmets sorted by type and then by colour so I can find things again and they don't get too rumpled. Getting rid of a few things; an old dress that makes me look preggers and a Southwestern print warm/fuzzy. Just have too many warm fuzzies and I don't really care for the SW motif, it's not me.

Went to the Best Kept and tried to find Sir Billius a few items with no success. No one dresses like a rock star in CNY. Except maybe for Joey, but he's still just jeans and tshirt nothing fancy. Billius wants me to sew him some clothes. Pfft, I can't even keep up with laundry now that he's not helping at all with the housework.

Did I mention I love my new bras? Even with a demi cup I don't fall out the middle like when I was trying to squeeze them into a D cup. My posture is so much better. Victoria's Secret foam cups all the way until something else comes along. The cotton cups just wear out too fast.

Fresh strawberries. Homemake shortcake. Yep, it's strawberry shortcake time. No wonder I weigh so much, but it's soooooo good.