Because I cannot keep track of the days of the week nor the tasks that need be applied to each day, I was reminded while still in pajamas this morning of some nasty business I had to take care of at the county prosecutor’s office. With limited time to get where I needed to be, I grabbed this blouse and the skirt hanging immediately next to it in my closet. I took the first black belt I came across and ran barefoot to my truck, 99% certain these shoes were still in there. Luckily I was correct.
Probably not the wisest hemline decision when going to a county office, but since they gave me the run around – sending me to three different locations without allowing me to accomplish what they asked me to do – I don’t care. You’ll have your precious affidavit signed tomorrow, then, won’t you?