it's cold in my apartment!
i don't have a thermometer, but i feel like the temperature must be below what it's supposed to be. and i could complain to the landlady, but we know how good i am at this. so instead, i'll gripe about it here as though i'm doing something productive.
yep, feels warmer already.
number of knitting projects for christmas completed: 0
number of knitting projects projected to be completed by christmas: 5, maybe 6
okay then, number of knitting projects actually on needles at this time: 2
number of phone calls you've received today asking to pay your credit card minimum from november which you SWORE you'd done a month ago but couldn't verify because the way your credit card company displays your account information is TOTALLY USELESS: 1
number of feet the ridiculous, plastic, pre-lit, $20 christmas tree from RITE-AID you bought this afternoon stands: 4.5
number of dishes you haven't washed: all
number of litter boxes you swore you'd clean three hours ago: 2
number of degrees it's supposed to be in your apartment at a minimum: 68
number of degrees you think it might be: 3
number of minutes spent blogging so that you could put off cleaning your apartment: 25 and counting
*****Very Important Question
i have a friend who is seeing a guy who seems really quite fabulous except for the fact that he's sort of going through a divorce. which of course makes things complicated but not impossible.
my friend talks to me about this because i, as you may recall, have been through a divorce, and started seeing someone while i was separated, and it went -- frankly -- very well (we didn't work out, but ya'll know what good friends el_gallo and i are now). so right. i'm sort of an encouraging tale, you know?
and anyway, my friend seems happy. her boyfriend seems happy. so much so, in fact, that he has asked my friend to meet his parents.
which would be good...except his parents are maybe not so happy about the divorce. or, by extension, the girlfriend.
they're meeting on thursday.
now, in preparation for this meeting, my friend has asked me a question that even i, in my infinite wisdom*, cannot answer with any certainty. and so i pose it to all of you, dear Invisible Internet Friends:
what should she wear?
*"infinite wisdom" = propensity for dispensing unsolicited advice
** what i'm about to go eat. i cannot be expected to eat healthily if i'm dying of frostbite, now can i?