I was standing in the chitchen after work today, post dishioshio washing and pre foot-washing (TMI?). The GG was in his lair and he had a kind of strange look on his face that I didn’t understand so I said, “What?” Well, it was my red plaid skirt and red leggings tights. They were “cute”, said he. They were kinda cute and I shouldda tooken a pitcher but I didn’t. I’ll try to remember next time I wear that outfit uniform.

I’ve been passionately and obnoxiously proselytizing about Smartwool balaclavas for a few years now and this year I actually stealthily sent one to a couple of people. I mean, if you don’t know the difference between “balaclava” and “baklava”, I figger ownership of a *balaclava* might cement the difference forever. So maybe I have turned into the Balaclava Bomber. (I am harassing you, my longtime beloved blahggy friend 😉🧡).

So my latest balaclava recipient posted a photo of her wearing it on social media and I showed the instagram version to the GG. He said, “Tell her she might be cute!” Well. She *is* cute. She is a lot cuter in a balaclava than I am…

Oh man, do you guys remember MySpace? I once had a MySpace account. I went out to myspace.com today and it seems to still exist but I don’t think I have an account there any more and I don’t feel like figuring it out. Anyway. I was up at the moomincabin back in the mySpace era and I was looking at my account on my then laptop. I was 50-something (52? yeah prob’ly) and some 27-year-old guy messaged me. His pickup line was “You might be cute.” I showed the message to The Commander and she gnoffed and gnoffed and gnoffed. I did not respond to his message… I was not looking for a boyfriend and *he* was not all that cute.

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