And so begins Halloween

Finished up the invite for the annual Scary Perry kick-off picnic -- which is mostly to let the new folks in the neighborhood meet the rest of us BEFORE they start getting bizarre notices asking for donations of paint, filmy nightgowns and working fan motors. Plus, it's the only way I seem to be able to get folks to update their e-mail addresses.

( This is why I know that technology will never be as all-encompassing and cool/scary (depending on your viewpoint) as many writers anticipate. )

In case you're feeling bad about how your day is going...

Frustrated that your day has not been as productive as it could be?

As part of my campaign to make everyone else happier about their own situation, I give you:

I'm so far behind on laundry (owing to broken machine and general sloth) that I went to get dressed this morning and realized that the underwear drawer is empty. Empty. Well, except for a thong...but really, I'm such a WASP, there's no WAY I can bring myself to wear a thong to go out and run errands, post office, grocery store, car emissions testing...no, can't.

So I start a socksnunderwear load and start in on all of the other stuff I need to get done today -- working on menus for diabetic clients, for starters. Glance at the clock -- okay, it's time to head out. Only to find that while I LOADED said socksnunderwear in the dryer, I failed to TURN IT ON.

So, I've been sitting here withnopantson for an hour, waiting for the dryer so that I can get on with my day.

There. See, don't you feel better about your day already? YOU managed to get out of the house.

(This is not an invitation for you to share the state of your underwearness or lack thereof. It's MY journal, thank you very much.)