Sorry my friends. If you were already squabbling over my belongings I'm going to have to disappoint you. I survived. However, I can't say my reputation for being a tough chic has. I've made peace with the fact I sounded like a raving sissy to the whole world. Hey, every vixen has her weakness.
And, yes, I went looking for a long-sleeve shirt today. I'm so not making this up. This is how truly whacked our weather has been lately.
Today I needed a long sleeve shirt.
Today my son asked for a sweatshirt.
Today, I used a throw blanket while reading.
Today, however, I didn't complain. I just sat and pondered the craziness of it all while sipping my piping hot chai.
Tomorrow, I hope to have my ankles back.