It's quiet...too quiet...

It's so very, very odd to be in the house alone of a weekend morning. I hardly know what to do with myself. (Well, except for that.) Confusion enhanced by a cellphone call at 8:15, which I didn't make it downstairs in time to answer, from a number I don't know that when phoned back bounced straight to a garbled voicemail box belonging to a voice I don't recognize.

My sister et al. are actually at her mother-in-law's in Ridgewood today, for some Easter thingy, and she was encouraging me to stop by, but I've got a bunch of things that want doing and I will be seeing them next weekend anyways, so I'm probably going to punt it.

Right. Cup of tea, bite of breakfast, and creation of to-do list, accompanied by loud music.

Point of self-aggrandizement

Have achieved hiking sandals, office supplies (imagine my delight upon finishing taxes last night to discover we were out of envelopes), soda, and basic food supplies; now to start cleaning the house.

More interestingly, I find that the bitchin'-camaro dress I bought in Toronto last summer now fits...that is to say, it fit before, but highlighted the tummy in an unflattering fashion; now it doesn't. It does draw a fair amount of attention to the ass, so I anticipate Steve will greet it with great acclaim. Now I just have to buy a pair of shoes to go with it (yes, in case you were wondering, my journey to the dark side is complete).