Saturday, February 18, 2006
I think that's the name of it. It's this crazy Chinese buffet in Murfreesboro where you can get great Chinese food and pizza and fried shrimp and hardpacked ice cream and it's all delicious and it's only like six bucks for lunch. I tried to discern if Rex L. Camino or Kleinheider were dining with us, but, since we were in the non-smoking section, it was just us and the kids. So, unless Mr.s Camino and Kleinheider are secretly babies, we did not see them. The Butcher drove my down to my thing and I felt bad because when we got there, it was obvious that there was no need for us to be there. So, we hung out for a little bit and the Butcher and I cracked each other up and once we'd made sure a couple of people had seen us and could attest that we did indeed actually make it there, we left. I'm still taking Monday off, though. Then the Professor and I went to buy something for me to wear at The Vagina Monologues. I'll be wearing all black--I bought this awesome shirt with all these tiny buttons up the front--and then we spent a good hour in Dillard's picking out these fabulous orange necklaces to layer up and wear. The Professor thinks I'll look very witchy. I hope so. It's funny. Sometimes you stand in front of mirrors in dressing rooms and you think, "My god, that is one hideous thing to look at." Today, I was like, "Yeah, I guess I'm cute, in a Hummel-type of way." I mentioned it to the Professor, but I don't think she knows what Hummels are.