Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655
Thursday, August 17, 2006
busier than a one-legged guy at a butt-kickin' contest! (Dolly Parton)
Oh! Not speaking of blending in... Mom and I went 5 other ladies and one 18 month old 'little lady' to the Mall of America for a long weekend of Shopping. Mom's girlfriend, Cathy, turned 50 and her daughter set up this trip. I believe a good time was had by all and I know that I came home with a couple of bills, but super-cute clothes.
Ok, I've chatted long enough. I'm over the birthday blahs. I swear. I'm working towards a goal finally and I have some cute clothes in my wardrobe. I can deal with whatever comes flying my way! grrr...