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.

I'm gonna go curl up with my teddy bear and cry.

Fuck cancer.