Why I Need Isabel

Today, I was working intensely on a short piece that I am writing for one of those popular press collection. The deadline is coming up, and I had to cut quite a few pages. When lunchtime came, I was still hacking away...and I hadn't quite managed to change entirely out of my sleeping attire. Isabel was hungry, but I was on something of a roll, so I didn't join her when she went out to grab a sandwich. As the hours passed, and I finally managed to cut the piece down to the maximum length, I noticed there was a sale on action figure at Toys R Us...so I decided to reward myself. I put on my outside clothes, hopped in the car, drove to the toy store...checked out some other usual haunts (I will find you, Wreck-gar!)...stopped at a Borders to see if there were any good sales yet...drove home, and checked e-mail until Isabel came home...which she eventually did.

That's when I learned the pocket on my t-shirt had somehow migrated to my right shoulder blade.

I had, in fact, spent much of my afternoon wearing my shirt backwards.

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I was just thinking earlier today about how much better my dad looks when he lets my mom dress him. Man was not made to live alone.

--Lindsay