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Lazy Sunday and I'm not feeling it. I am feeling like I've painted myself into a corner on this Thing a Day thing. But continuing is easier than stopping, so-.
Day 17
Opened the cabinet and right at eye level were two shot glasses with full color tiki motives on them. You know, for parties. I can count on three fingers the number of times we had "parties" at our old place, both before it got filled with my crap. I am too ashamed to ask people to come over, because I have unreasonable expectations of what a house should look like before other people see it (thanks, Mom). I also have the irrational idea that no-one would come to anything I'd throw, which probably isn't true. Except that I've seen it happen to someone who threw a party in our house when we lived in Pismo before. So perhaps I'm not being entirely irrational. Don't need the shot glasses in this house, and probably never will.
Day 17
Opened the cabinet and right at eye level were two shot glasses with full color tiki motives on them. You know, for parties. I can count on three fingers the number of times we had "parties" at our old place, both before it got filled with my crap. I am too ashamed to ask people to come over, because I have unreasonable expectations of what a house should look like before other people see it (thanks, Mom). I also have the irrational idea that no-one would come to anything I'd throw, which probably isn't true. Except that I've seen it happen to someone who threw a party in our house when we lived in Pismo before. So perhaps I'm not being entirely irrational. Don't need the shot glasses in this house, and probably never will.
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