today i finally feel that i'm able to laugh at this past week, instead of pound my head against the wall and weep.
it's not as if anything catastrophic has happened. i just started the week cranky. Vlad and i were both out of sorts, so of course, we were bickering and just nit-picky over ridiculous things that honestly, now that it's Thursday, i really couldn't tell you what was so important on Monday that caused us to have a spat.
although, locking myself out of the house yesterday morning? yeah. that one sucked.
Vlad usually starts my car in the morning (since it's COLD COLD COLD here in Illinois) unless he's leaving god-awful early. Yesterday he called upstairs to me if he should start it- i said, 'i guess... well... yeah okay' and assumed he had. i go about getting ready.. having a great morning so far, i like my outfit, my hair is somewhat okay, i'm running a little early which is good bc i was LATE on Tuesday... so finally i'm all buttoned-up and ready to go. assuming he has started my car, this means my keys are in the car. (duh) so i just lock the door manually and close it.
yeah. as soon as it closes i have an 'oh,shit' moment bc i don't hear my car running in the driveway. praying, HOPING i am wrong, i peek around the corner and sure enough... it's off. crap. i try to open the garage, but of course, our code opener is broken (it sits on the outside of the garage on the side of the house to manually open) and has been broken since 7 months ago. crap. so i go to the front door, hoping that i didn't close it all the way.... but i did. of course. and it's, like, 27 degrees outside. i'm wearing heels. no socks. a light jacket- bc i was thinking i was going four feet to my car.
i call Vlad. he gets pissed, says he can't come get me. says he'll figure it out. in the meantime i hoof it two streets over to my sister-in-laws house, bc i know the code to her garage (and her code opener WORKS, imagine that) and let myself in, only to shock my niece(in law)bc she's about to walk the dogs. so we hang out, watch some Sabrina the Teenage Witch and chill until my father-in-law comes to haul my sorry ass to work.
yeah. about an hour later, i am officially tragically late to work.. bc i was a moron.. bc of a misunderstanding with Vlad.. and was subjected to an hour of RUSSIAN TALK RADIO along with him almost hitting other cars and veering into other lanes bc he JUST MUST right this SECOND show me, IN DETAIL, acting it out, how he types "i use one finger! one! ahahaha! SEE? like ziis!! get it? one! bwahahaha!' bc everything is funny to him and half the time i don't understand what the hell he's sayin' bc he's, well, you know, RUSSIAN. sigh. love the man but... after an hour of that... sigh. and he doesn't believe in using the heater. so i froze my butt off until i got to work.
just to have a craptastic day. and then had to wait for Vlad to pick me up from work... and then had to sit in the car while he was at his accountants office... for 40 minutes...with nothing to read... then had to go to his parents house afterwards to try and hunt down an old-school suit for his halloween costume (Ron Burgundy) to no avail... some russian tv later, three yapping dogs and some parental guilt at not seeing them enough, we arrive home and i make grilled cheese sandwiches and some chicken soup.
yeah. and promptly fall asleep. and get a mild fever. and wake up this morning realizing, oh, lucky me i'm getting sick! so today i am loading up on vitamins. bundling up. (i'm sure the car ride aka mobile igloo ride didn't do me much good yesterday)
and when i get to work? i try to get into my glove box and the WHOLE THING goes flopping down on the ground, the contents spilling everywhere... screws flying.... and now my glovebox is broken. it is a sad, sad little glove box today.
PHEW! okay. now that i've got that out. i'm trying to figure out what to be for halloween. yes, i know it's TOMORROW. yes, i know i have totally fulfilled my procrastinating duties. so. this is where i need your help!!!
okay. so since i've been a cheerleader (ahem. sorry. i WAS a cheerleader. sometimes i like to pretend i still am) for about 7 years or so, i have TONS of cheer uniforms. i was thinking i could go as Claire Bennett. you know. from Heroes. my FAV. SHOW. EV-AR. (behind dexter, weeds, true blood, prison break.. etc...) (24...) see:
so. this is a pic i found online of her. i have a similar uniform that is red, gold and white, looks like this. i figure i could buy name tags at the store, and put a name tag over MY name that is on the uniform, and have it say, duh, "Hi, my name is.... Claire Bennett."
below is a photo of me from my sophomore year as Jr. Varsity... this isn't the uniform that i have that matches the above photo, but just to give you a hint at what it looks like. don't judge. i totally rocked those braces. hey i was only 15, yo! (i'm the blonde in the center.)
then i was thinking i could wear this super duper cute pinstriped dress i have. it's about knee-length, form fitting, strapless, sort of 40's looking. if i wore a black high-waisted belt with it, black boots and Vlad's white tie along with a fedora (i'm sure i can find a black one. they're in right now.) i could go as a mob girl. see similar photo below:
of course i have another option, too, i could go as a school girl and just hit up target after work and buy an actual school uniform white shirt, skirt and cardigan. then i could get a cheap tie, some knee-highs and just wear that. (of course it would, you know, be form fitting. i mean. it IS halloween folks. MUST LOOK CUTE.)
so what do ya'll think? should i just try them all and see what looks best? should i do a fashion show tonight with each outfit and then post the pics and you tell me tomorrow?
bc it's totally not like, you know, last minute or anything??????
sigh. i need help!