I have been encountering odd things in "threes" this week, a fact that I am finding both interesting and slightly disturbing. In no particular order:
- I passed three midgets/little people in a 30-minute time span. They did not appear to be together, nor was there any sort of convention that I was aware of.
- I keep encountering the quote, "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end." First on Mr. Smither's blog, then on a poster at work, then on a magnet in a store. Is the universe trying to tell me something? Is "the end" some sort of butt reference? Is something wrong with my butt? I'm confused.
- I tripped three times in two days. No injuries, but what little shame I had left seems to have moved on to greener pastures. I'm re-considering working knee pads and a helmet into my daily wardrobe.
- Without thinking about it, I ate dinner leftovers for breakfast three days in a row. Today it was curried couscous & veggies that I mixed up with some eggs. Maybe tomorrow I'll have steak and a baked potato or lasagna. I see stretchy, nondescript pants in my future if I keep this up.
Here's one of Pooter & Trouble in my underwear drawer the other day:
Now you can say you've seen my pussies in my panties.
Happy Friday, my furry yet well groomed elasticized lace bloomers. Happy Friday.