Day 147 of 200: Don’t Say It. Don’t Say It. Don’t Say It.

Today I went out amongst the human population. As discussed before, after ten years of working from home I’m basically feral. Even when I dealt with people on a daily basis outside my home I was super awkward. Also, at this point in my hair experiment I look like a greying 6’5″ Monchichi.

The reason for today’s outside adventure was the annual gathering of the supplies it takes to throw a successful Very St. Martin Christmas, plus the things I’ll need for Christmas Brunch at Sister #2’s and Breakfast for Dinner Dirty Santa. Mostly this included various bread products and $30 worth of candy. And Potato Oles, because I was hungry.

At Target I was helped by a beautiful woman whose makeup game was on point. She had on lovely plum lipstick and the most amazing sparkly blue eye shadow I ever saw. As she handed me my bags I did the whole “Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.” thing. Then I said it.

“YOUR EYESHADOW IS AMAZING!” I said with the kind of exuberance that could have only been frightening coming from a 77-inch tall Monchichi.

She blinked at me twice, then smiled. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

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1 Comment

  1. Susanna 19.Dec.18 at 7:44 am

    Thank you for making me laugh at 5:40 a.m. as I open my computer to start working so I don’t get an ulcer from all the work that needs to be done by Friday!

    Also … wait, are you not supposed to say those things out loud? 😉


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