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I just donated purple leather pants that I've owned since 2003. I figured some Prince impersonator might like them. Who wears purple leather pants unless they're a member of the Village People, anyway??
I have hauled these stupid pants with me from Wisconsin to South Carolina, back to Wisconsin... moved them to two different cities with me, even though they do NOT fit, they are stupid-looking, and really purple.
They're someone else's purple problem now.
Also, I dumped a black leather skirt. (Again, was I a member of The Village People or what?) I was so excited about this skirt because it was a smaller size than I had ever worn, so I tried it on, took it OFF, walked out of the dressing room of the store to "show" my friend that the skirt fit. I exclaimed, "Look! This skirt fits me!" And my friend said, "The skirt you're holding in your hand, friend?" I was standing in my undies in the store, holding the skirt like a dork.
I would totally rock some purple leather pants. Just saying.
Reminds me though, I was once at a thrift store and came across first a pair of very gold fabric short-shorts, and then a rainbow tutu thing. I would not be caught dead in either thing, but I felt absolutely compelled to buy them anyways. And I did. And then I gave them to a friend who is into drag and very into the drag community. If she can't use them, she'll know someone who could, I figured. Paying it forward, helping somebody, somewhere, to be fabulous.
I want to order some food for delivery but the main entrance of my apartment complex is blocked off. So, the delivery guy will probably need directions and then he'll call me. And then I'd have to talk to him on the phone.
I just want food with no human interaction.
I would totally rock some purple leather pants. Just saying.
Reminds me though, I was once at a thrift store and came across first a pair of very gold fabric short-shorts, and then a rainbow tutu thing. I would not be caught dead in either thing, but I felt absolutely compelled to buy them anyways. And I did. And then I gave them to a friend who is into drag and very into the drag community. If she can't use them, she'll know someone who could, I figured. Paying it forward, helping somebody, somewhere, to be fabulous.
I had a little trouble shoving those purple leather pants into the bin, to be honest. My butt doesn't fit into them anymore. (The pants, not the bin. I could probably fit my butt into the donation bin, but who would want it?)
I donated all my "Look At Me" clothing that I'd been hanging on to. I figured someone else could use it because it wasn't doing me any good sitting in totes in my closet.
We don't really have much of a drag community here in middle-Wisconsin... (not that I know of, anyway. Maybe we do and they're just hiding from me! Stinkers.)
I starred in a one-woman wet T shirt contest in my kitchen today when I was washing dishes and the sprayer-thingy hit the bowl of a spoon just right and hosed me down. Last week I hosed myself in the face when I straightened out a kink in the garden hose. I have my very own water park happening here. I'm a lot more moooooist than I like to be.
I recently stayed at an Airbnb where the outlet was too far from the bed and so I couldn't charge my phone at night because I wanted to be on it before going to sleep. I was also too lazy to get up, walk across the room, and plug it in because I was already comfortable in bed.
I had lunch at a restaurant today. The "special" came with my choice of soup or salad. Decisions, decisions....do I get soup or salad? Can I have half a soup and half a salad? No. Well, which is better? Waiter: "Both are very good!" Thanks heaps.
Why do I have to decide? Why can't the manager just come out and say "OK, you get soup or salad and *I* will make the decision for you." Y'know....like the Soup Nazi; "no soup for you...."
So I picked soup. But then I wondered if the salad would have been a better choice. The soup was good, but the salad *might* have been....uh....gooder.
So, next time I'll pick salad. Unless I pick soup.
Woke up too early 6:15am...then didn't get much done as I needed a hour nap in middle of day...
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Salad not cooked. 
Is another sandwich an option? 