.....of import. Just waiting for my coffee to brew and waking up a little bit, being bombarded by disparate thoughts of no consequence: Is the sun coming out today...when did the clothes at J Jill get so ugly...could I spoil myself by getting a manicure....(probably not)....I need to see several shows that friends are in....where is Rusty this morning....the baby bulldog across the street has gotten so big...can't stop thinking about that gorgeous crewel-work forest wall hanging at the antique store....have got to get my transmission oil changed....and a car wash.....See? nothing of import.
Who else saw the gigantic Marilyn Monroe sculpture back in 2011? Biggest underpants ever.