At about 2 pm today, I noticed that I had a tiny piece of lint stuck to my calf INSIDE of my pantyhose. I have no idea what it was or how it got there. I chose to assume that the lint had not been there all day or that no one had noticed it. And then at 5:30, I noticed that I had a huge stripe of deodorant on the bottom of my shirt. I was wearing a cardigan type sweater over the shirt, so maybe no one noticed, or maybe everyone just pretended not to notice because they felt bad for me since I was obviously having some wardrobe issues today. At least I didn't meet with any clients today. Gah.
I have developed a theory that a "person" I know may actually be a robot. If my life were the horrible 1980s tv show Small Wonder, this person would be Vicki, the robot that a family was trying to pass off as a person for some weird 1980s reason. In this scenario, I would be Harriet (scroll down), the girl with scary pigtails who was always trying to prove that Vicki was a robot. My whole robot theory was based on the facts that "Vicki" did not understand jokes and has had the exact same hair length for about 6 months. This week, "Vicki" told a joke AND got a haircut. I guess I was wrong. Or maybe that is what the robot wants me to think! I am confused.
H has been getting up early in the morning and watching Saved By the Bell. Then he usually comes upstairs as I am getting ready and summarizes the episode(s) he saw that morning. What is most sad about this story is that I actually remember most of the episodes. H is so cute though. The other morning he came upstairs and said, "Kelly NEVER should have got a job at The Max!"