cornerofmadness

Mom decided she was too tired for midnight so we went later in the morning. Because I must go. Just ask her. We hit Macy's. There were TOUR BUSES dropping off shoppers O_o Mom got what she wanted there. I stood around for 45 min trying to find knee high boots were are now suddenly hot hot hot. I have long narrow feet so naturally almost none came in my size. Of the two that did, one was too wide in the heel and painful and the other hit me right in the varicose vein so that was unacceptible. I did better at Marshall and Half-Price book store so I'm pretty much done with Mom, Brother & SiL and I got dad a Star Trek pizza cutter (on sale!!) and a Bazinga T-Shirt on think Geek and something from National Geographic was on super sale so got that too. He's pretty much done. Now if certain other people would tell me what they want.... I even found the pink dump truck for my friend's little girl.

I had this ring on It was gorgeous. It was actually one sale for 600$ Less than half price. Now if I could only afford my tastes...

I went to see my aunt today, the one who fell over the railing. She's doing okay. I did go see grandma yesterday and she's fine, though she's convinced that Mom made her leave 170$ in a slot machine the last time they went because they had to wait for an attendant and mom had to leave RIGHT NOW. We're still laughing about that one.

This was that dance from DWTS that I wanted people to see. I was poking around NOT writing and found it

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Speaking of which, BACK to writing for me.

Snippet of the Day Eetu stopped suddenly and Sverre nearly slammed into his back.

There was no guessing why his friend had stopped short. The room was a roundish pie shaped with three large windows sharing one wall. All the walls, including the spaces between the windows were painted like trees in autumn, multi colored leaves brushing along the blue, cloud spangled ceiling. Rabbits, deer and birds played amongst the trees and underbrush.

“Wow, this is spectacular. Did your mother do this like the cottage in the city?” Sverre asked.

“No, I suppose I should just paint over this.” A sudden and surprising sadness veiled her eyes. “But I love it. Luckily it doesn’t need touching up often. I think it makes him sad.”

“I don’t follow,” Sverre said, sitting on the bed closer to the windows.

“My son painted it but he hasn’t done anything this ambitious in years.” Mrs. Drake turned, looking down the hallway. “It’s a reminder that my son died in the war,” she added softly.

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