I finally found one of those black crushed velvet slip dresses I’ve been on a quest to find for 20+ years!! The obstacle was weight, of course. I found a 3X on Poshmark for $15 and snatched it up. I had a hella hard time finding it!

I think it’s dumb that Poshmark doesn’t have a normal cart system. I read why. Still dumb. 😅

I so dread tomorrow’s weather. Like, I can’t put into words how power going out, possibly for days, strikes fear in me 😳 I was calling around to local places saying “Y’ALL GOT ANY RENTAL GENNY’S LEFT?!” And “I don’t know jack about these things! If it’ll power a TV and maybe a fridge or stove, that’s good enough! Wait, you got one that powers lights too??” Well, there weren’t any locally. The milk & toilet paper sandwich people got there before me l, always  happens right before just a bloody INCH of snow. 😂 Helene really did a number on us (and everyone else within an hundred mile radius) so we’re all skeert now. Anyhow, I came up with the solution of a power bank to keep our phones charged. We got the chargiest one, which will fully charge a phone about 3.5 times until you then have to charge the power bank itself which can be done in the car. I refuse to sit there and lose my fucking sanity because who knows how long the weather will be dumb? When will the bullshit melt off the steep ass  driveway? No one in that house is capable of having a conversation anymore. I don’t blame dad. He talks sometimes, but it’s never for long. Mom either doesn’t listen or answers with “mmhmm” or similar EVERY time. So I wondered what I could do, and that answered itself. Nose in phone. Nap a bunch. Try getting Oscar not to ignore my existence, since that’s what he does when we’re at mom & dads.

I’m gonna take a nap on my new couch now. It’s only been here an hour and while it’s not as deep and soft as I’d like, it is 100x better than that godforsaken chair. Fuuuuck that thing, I didn’t want to keep it because it trips the old OCD fear of germs and stuff. You know how armchairs get, you eat in them. If you drop something or whatever, where does it go? Into the CREVASSE. I ain’t reaching in there! I want to get rid of it. Have mom’s friend who does house cleaning as her job do a fucking DEEP CLEAN on that bitch, and donate it to Habitat or something. I think the motor is about to die again, as those chair motors tend to do pretty fast. I always wanted a plain old La-Z-boy. With a cup holder and no pillow at the top to push my head forward.  Yeahhhh

Okay nap bye