A little bit of chaos.
Y’all may recall my search for the perfect shorts. Y’all may recall that I ordered some. Well, I’ve now been informed my credit card “may” have been compromised. AEEEEEIIIIII. So I spent the morning changing out the credit card (which mainly involves all the things on autopay that had to be updated.) Anyway, as I was going through files to figure out all the credit card stuff, I came across…wait for it…rejection letters!!! No, not from credit card companies. Just publisher ones. Ones I thought I had purged long ago. So in addition to killing off a file with old credit card info, I was able to empty another folder. There’s *almost* room in my drawer! Almost. Don’t get too excited. It’s still pretty crammed in there.
Since I’m taking a break from writing, I’ve been trying to clean up a few things–like the desk. I’d like room to be able to work at the desk or at least SEE it now and then. But that would involve filing and I have NO space in the drawers. None.
And just so you know, the shorts don’t fit well. Unless my butt moved, getting into the pockets involves reaching all the way to the far side of my person to reach what are supposed to be front pockets. Define FRONT. And no, the shorts are not all stretched out; they button and zip just fine. Although if you’ve ever worn pantyhose, you know how they sometimes used to sag at the crotch and drive you utterly batty all day???? Yeah. That’s these shorts. If I pull them all the way up, the waistband provides great support for my boobs. What kind of monkey is supposed to wear these things???
And I can’t return the shorts. Because they can’t credit the credit card and who wants store merchandise credit at a store for monkeys???