56
No that’s not my age, although it is the age I joined FacePlant and the age I learned to HIDE MY BIRTHDAY. I mean. Happy birthday is a wonderful sentiment but I don’t need to get it from people I haven’t seen in umpteen bazillion years who probably never did know when my birthday was. Nope. I don’t need birthday greetings at all but if I get them, I would rather they come from people who actually care about me.
That said, my childhood friend The Beautiful Mimi always remembers that her birthday is the same day as my dad’s birthday. My brain remembers weird stuff like that too and I love that she remembers that.
People (the GG) are always asking what I am doing. I think they want me to forge ahead into I dunno what. What did I do today? One thing I did was decrease the number of pairs of tights I own from 56 to 34 (canned laughter is appropriate here). The 22 pairs I am getting rid of are bagged for a donation dumpster. They are all clean with no runs or holes and some of them have never been worn. In any case, tights might be squicky for some people to accept from a donation site but whoever gets these is free to throw them out. Or maybe someone will be ecstatic? “I have a new job but I can’t afford stockings/tights.”
Without getting too much into the details, I kept some colors that I wear all the time. Black, raspberry, green (a few shades), blue, and a few others. I also kept my Halloween skull and bat tights. And three pairs of Ukrainian duo tights, one leg yellow, one leg blue. I don’t really wear those nowadays but I fervently support Ukraine so I can’t get rid of them.
Almost all of these tights were purchased from Snag Tights. I’m promoting Snag here but they do make COMFORTABLE tights for all kinds of sizes. No constantly tugging them back up over your butt. I became “addicted” to Snag when I was still driving to an office most days. That office space is now a church and my then tech boss (also a rabbi) is probably laughing his *ss off about that.
We have flood warnings for tonight but they will probably not do anything much to our property. We’re on pretty high ground here. The pic is from Hoton Lake many years ago. I sent it to DogMomster back then, suggesting that she could maybe start a business with a pontoon lawn mower. She was doing her own lawn mowing and I sent that as a joke but I got a chilly response. Things worsened after that and we haven’t communicated in over ten years. Not because of that though…
April 4th, 2026 at 11:09 pm
Back when that person was my Facebook friend (she unfriended me), I had already noted that she had no sense of humor. Good for you for going through the tights. I got rid of most of my teacher clothes several months ago. I’m not going back after 8 years of retirement!
April 5th, 2026 at 8:06 am
It’s quite clear that I follow blogs for the gossip-level info, among other reasons. My eyeballs perked right up (can eyeballs perk up?) when I saw your reference to DogMomster and a chilly response you got from sending her a picture. And then, Margaret adds that she too has had perhaps an unfortunate interaction with the same DogMomster. And now I have found the DogMomster’s blog! Why oh why does this please me? I dunno but it does.