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Jan. 29th, 2012 09:37 pmout on a ride with L and Scout, the other chestnut at the farm. He's youngish, and worried, and was drawing comfort and courage form Kaboose, who was behaving beautifully until she wigged right the fuck out on the way home (I think it was a stump - it hadn't bothered her the other direction, but something about it was HORRIFYING). Fortunately for me, that entails turning to rock and staring hard, rather than Scout's answer which was to hop and skid about and think about spinning and fleeing. We got past it, and then they were both fine again.
Spent the afternoon sorting paperwork so Al can do taxes so he can do the financial aid forms so we can know something about financial aid before we have to tell any school whether the girl is going or not.
Al and I are going to his company's Christmas party March 4 (don't even ask) and it is formal. He gets to rent a tux, and is researching laser cufflinks (and has drawn Red Kate and me into the search) and then he's done with the whole dressing up thing. I am looking at dresses with a sinking sensation. I am not that shape. I am not any shape I want to show off, and I have a farmer's tan, and weird elbows and I'm lumpy in the middle and I think about getting into a dress like any of those and I just feel sick with dread.
So I have to pick a moment when I am caffeinated and bold and silly and have the mental reserves to fight back, and go try on fabulous dresses until something feels fabulous on me. rawr.
Spent the afternoon sorting paperwork so Al can do taxes so he can do the financial aid forms so we can know something about financial aid before we have to tell any school whether the girl is going or not.
Al and I are going to his company's Christmas party March 4 (don't even ask) and it is formal. He gets to rent a tux, and is researching laser cufflinks (and has drawn Red Kate and me into the search) and then he's done with the whole dressing up thing. I am looking at dresses with a sinking sensation. I am not that shape. I am not any shape I want to show off, and I have a farmer's tan, and weird elbows and I'm lumpy in the middle and I think about getting into a dress like any of those and I just feel sick with dread.
So I have to pick a moment when I am caffeinated and bold and silly and have the mental reserves to fight back, and go try on fabulous dresses until something feels fabulous on me. rawr.