Did my Carrboro walkabout yesterday. Thrifted like a rock star (among my treasures: a sign for the kitchen that says "Girls just wanna have wine," a vintage 70s Betty Crocker "Hostessing" cookbook, and season one of Glee...which I am watching instead of the three ring circus going on in DC). Used my $10 Cameron's cash (they gave out gift certificates for their pre-holiday food drive. Pretty sweet deal, imho) to buy a cool pair of socks that say "Carpe the fuck out of this diem" (Kent's observation: "Is your new thing socks with the word 'fuck' on them? Because I'm sensing a trend." Hey, I only own two pair! The other ones say "Motherfucking Girl Power." Of course, now I have a new life goal....). And, of course, I had to stop by Weaver Street Market for one of their cheesecake brownies. :)
It was a nice day.
And in the time it took me to write this, Kent called to tell me Ms. D has died. She was "my" resident. My Granma substitute. I fed her. I changed her. I learned how to rebandage her tumor.