The Neighborhood Crazy Lady

You know how every neighborhood has a crazy person?  I think I may have accidentally just sealed my fate. 

Here's the thing.  I'm really sick.  I don't think I have bronchitis.  I think it is pneumonia.  There is absolutely no other reason why I should want to remove one portion of my lung with a chef's knife.  It feels like it did when I had pneumonia over the summer.

Here's the other thing.  I'm really bored.  I can't think to do any work at home.  (And I assure you that no client wants me working on their stuff right now in my present state of mind.)  I have Facebooked.  I have tweeted.  I have done every possible thing I can to amuse myself online.  I hate daytime tv.

I wanted the mail.  I weighed my options.  It is sort of drizzling, so I figured no one would be out and about, plus it was 4:40, so most people would still be at work, so I could go unnoticed. 

Accordingly, I went outside wearing the following:  Brian's navy hoodie that says Hawaii.  An old navy moot court tshirt.  No bra, so my boobs are down by my waist.  Black track pants with bright red stripes down the side.  They come to about mid-calf.  Since I've had them FOREVER, the seam is gone on the one side, so strings are probably hanging down my leg.  I can't be bothered to check.  I am wearing gray socks with bright pink and green leopard spots.  To complete the look, I put on a pair of claks that made the socks quite visible. 

When I went outside, I remembered that I don't like getting my glasses wet, so I pulled the hoodie up.  So now I look extra crazy.  I had to walk extra slow because I can't breathe really well.  Of course, three neighbors in the damn cul de sac had to leave their houses while I was on my walk and saw me looking like that.  One of them was loading his vehicle with luggage so he got repeat views. 

Know what I got?  Cooks Illustrated.  Totally worth the trip.  I really hope someone nominates me for What Not to Wear based on this situation.  I believe that self-diagnosed pneumonia can be blamed.

Just for the record, here are my socks.

 

Comments

[Ganners]

You are dead sexy.

[JD]

I concur with the above comment. I hope you feel better!!

[Revanche]

Y'know what, you can pick up a sweet haul with that whole What Not To Wear business. I'd be kinda cool with it if my friends dragged me off. After all, I sport such casual duds at home that I either look like a hobo or a 12 year old. Depends on the weather.

[pain relief]

just ignore the lady and keep moving. Hope you feel better now.