Oh, this is bad, this is not good, this is a problem. OK, breathe, Cindy, breathe. And drink some coffee. I think I will have to call this a ScatterBrained Saturday post. All I have done so far today is have a headache, wash some dishes, and feel nervous about tonight’s murder mystery. I came up with the headline just now when I was messaging my friend Kim on on Facebook, whining about my flustered state of mind. I typed, “I am trying some coffee and remembering to breathe.” Only when I typed “remembering” I missed the “b” (could have been clumsy fingers, but let’s blame my laptop keyboard; I hate for EVERYTHING to be my fault). I sat there saying “remember” in my head to figure out where the “b” went. So I added, “And how to spell remember.”
Maybe my headline should have been, “Where Does That Damn B Go Anyways?” Sometimes I just have to laugh at myself. Who forgets how to spell remember? It does lighten things up when you can see the humor. And a cup of coffee doesn’t hurt.
I have half my costume on and, as I had feared, my pants don’t want to stay up. They are fancy silk-looking purple pajama pants. I daresay they look fabulous, but there is no place to put a belt and anyways, I have them pulled up too high. Maybe I could tuck them under my bra (oh goody, I just made myself laugh again) (until somebody says “TMI” because I mentioned my bra; you can’t say anything to some people). My shirt is real silk, a black sleeveless blouse I rarely ware (YES, I remembered to shave! Talk about TMI: what a personal question!). I think my earring choices are good, but which socks? Decisions!
So I guess this is my blog post today: me dithering and whining. But what is a blogger to do? I have a show tonight! I hope I break a leg.