Fairy Dust

All is well in the world.

We've moved into the new house. I love it. The kids love it. Yay!!! Good news.
Actually going to get the phone hooked up Wednesday so I can have Internet. Thank. God. This sporadic stuff is killing me.

And the fairy dust?

Wellllllllllllllllll...
My mother brought me six shirts after we had the fire. They were, more or less, in her taste. And one of them is rather, um, different.
It's brown with yellow and orange flowers all over it. And then on top of that...it's streaked with green, glittery flowers. Made with glitter. Think Kermit green, and you'll get the gist. She took it out of the bag, and we both looked at it.
It's striking. I'll give it that. And she pretty much dared me to wear it. So I am. Today.
But the problem being...I'm leaving little green glitteries everywhere.
I've already sent out an email to coworkers apologizing for the future green glitter they will have all over their ass/legs/hands/etc.
And one coworker emailed me and said..."It's looks like we've been visited by fairies. It's fairy dust!"
I laughed my ass off.
She's right.
Tinkerbell has nothing on me. *wink*

I turn thirty-five in little less than a month, and I have plans. Probably something a 35 year-old woman who has had three kids shouldn't do...but oh. damn. well.
I'm doing it.
Let you know after the fact.
hehehe

Grins*