I left work early today due to there's-a-can-opener-in-my-uterus-and-my-fallopian-tubes-are-braiding-themselves cramps.
After I got home I moped around for a while making little moaning noises. That was fun for a little while. Eventually I got bored with that, though, so I got busy.
I made a new tote bag and a few prints. I guess I'm on the naked mole rat tip now.
Eric came home a little later bearing sympathy chicken and beer. After dinner we went to Target and Office Max, and we made the most amazing discovery: Austin has a pimp store!
I wish I'd had my camera. It was filled with men's full-length fake fur coats and lavender zoot suits and red faux-alligator shoes with gold-tipped tassels. Also hats. Hats galore, in every color imaginable.
Every once in a while I'll see a dapper older guy dressed up in stuff like that, usually somewhere really mundane like the bank or the mall food court. I always wondered where men like that got their clothes. Well, now I know, and as soon as you read the next sentence you will too. It's called Suit City, and it's in the Capital Plaza strip mall at I-35 and 290, next to Shoe Carnival and just down the way from Texas State Optical and Sally Beauty Supply.
