Miscellany

Is that a word? Tim Gunn uses it, so I say "yes it is!" He is my new favorite television personality. Seriously, every morning when I open my closet I sigh, "Tim Gunn would be sooo disappointed." My clothes are atrocious (?) and if he went through them I am SURE he would throw them all out with a turn down of his nose and a swoosh of his hand.

Dear Tim,

Please pick me. I am a thirty-something mother of two who needs your help. I don't need designer, I don't need a high end bag. I am not a size six, nor am I a size ten. I am a normal size woman with a dusty house, a car full of dried out cheerios, and a closet floor littered with shoes ranging from Payless to Foot Locker. I just need.... uh....help. The kind of help that tranfers to Kohl's and Macy's because that is unfortunately, the shopping opportunities available in my town. And that is my price range.

Please pick me. I will appreciate you more than any other woman ever has. Please pick me. (Hi Greta...LOVE you!)

Your's truly,

Me

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I am happy that the Hershey's kiss bell ringing Christmas commercial is back on television. I know it is not even mid-November; I am still happy to see it. It's like an old friend.

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I filled up my gas tank today...over thirteen gallons. TWENTY-SIX DOLLARS PEOPLE!! Wow.

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Miscellany. It's a word. It's this post. It's my life. Full of miscellany. But I love it. It is my miscellany.