But breeding shines through in the end.
Just raced home to finish up working on the presentation for tonight, and decided to clean the kitchen floor. I think guilt that I won’t be home to enjoy the mess for the next four nights made me clean it up for him. But I grabbed two throw-rugs from the cellar that had just been laundered, and you know how they kind of crinkle up a bit that makes it dangerous until they settle in flat? Well, loving spouse that I am, I helped assist the process by standing in a couple places with one foot on each end and spread them out to stretch them in place. Somehow, I don’t think it would have looked quite so offensive in jeans rather than a dress.
But the dress is going, and the jeans are back on for tonight. Just needed to show some of the female administration that I had some class at least–they always seem a little worried when I sit in their offices with jeans and a plaid flannel shirt. Little do they know how many years I dressed up to the nines as Susie Secretary and how jeans are who I have chosen to be.
The conference is going very well so far, and I’m looking forward to the next three days. Thanks, Loretta, for the vote of support in my presentation tonight. It made me work a little harder to polish it up in an attempt to live up to your words.
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Oh, Sue, how I love thy thoughts. No nonsense, you know where you’re at, and yet you’re so sensitive to the little details of life that make it worth thinking and writing about.
(And I totally hear you on the obnoxious Tunxis Teens… oy.)
Hi there Allie! Thanks for the neat comments. In truth, I don’t have a clue where I am, but I think I’m a result of an early-diagnosed case of negative attitude that manifests itself in creating a world that looks a little bit different and more acceptable.