Maybe Pajamas are the Problem

I have no internet at home these days because I'm not what you would call "a smart shopper" when it comes to things like that and I have no interest in shopping for the best prices and service. I much prefer hitting up the clearance racks at Gap and buying red corduroy pants and the most beautiful skirt and top in all the land. But no internet sort of makes my blogging schedule a little sporadic (as you may have noticed). Until I can learn to type entire blog posts from my iPhone, or AT&T implements a clearance rack for internet services, I'm stuck to disorganized updates.

Sometimes I like to imagine that I'm the type of gal who will go sit at the coffee shop three nights a week, tiptapping on my laptop and getting things accomplished. Then I think, "I don't wear dresses often enough to be that type of gal," or I think, "they're probably just playing Farmville or something and pretending to work." So, you know, I don't go.

Last night when I got home from work, there was a package waiting for me. Contents: all my free time for the rest of forever. Mario All Stars, Super Mario Kart, Donkey Kong, etc. So yes, I changed into comfy clothes and sat down on the living room floor and did this for 2 hours.

It's hard to sit on the floor in a dress. So, it makes sense to me that if I had more dresses, I would blog more. Right?