It's not Monday, is it?

Earlier I had a bit of Monday blahs - maybe because of my shoes. I cleared out my closet this weekend, and shuffled the winter shoes to the back and brought out the sandals and the slides that had been hiding, and oh, I'll wear these slides today.

Big mistake. I remembered why I'd tossed them back there as I was shuffling (not running - I can't make a morning bus-sprint in these - shuffling.) for the bus. And missing it. So as soon as I get to the U this afternoon, they're going in the trash and I'll dig out my running shoes from my desk. Anything's better than these pieces of crap.

So, bad mood. But then Dru called and we talked about his failing laptop and hey, new MacBook Pros! And then Mom sent me some camera-phone pics from the dressing room (she's looking for appropriate Mother-of-the-Groom wear) and the faces she was making! Hee! She's looking at the camera in all of the pictures, and while I'm supposed to be giving my opinion of the outfits, I'm giggling at the facial contortions she's going through trying to get the pictures taken.

I've got a lot of running around to do tonight, and sometime I have to fix the pinata (it fell down last night and one of the legs is ... not broken, but cockeyed. And I realized (well, I've been poking the problem with my backbrain for a bit) that somehow I'm going to have to open up and find out how to close the pinata for all the goodies to put inside! Oh noes!

I think I can pop the balloons I used for the understructure, at least.