STUCK IN A RABBIT HOLE

Monday…
In case any of you ever thought I’m not one of those people who’d chase a Squirrel just because it ran by during a conversation, let me enlighten you. I’m laying here this fine Monday morning reading tons of reviews for a scarf/valance window treatment that I have absolutely no intention of purchasing, nor was I looking for any type of new curtain. But the ad showed up while scrolling through here and it was kind of pretty so…here I am. Deep in a rabbit hole. People here seem to really like this valance/scarf. Maybe I should paint again. Wait, what was I saying?

Tuesday:

Ramblings of Lucy. You can keep going if you wish😉.
Remember the other day when I got trapped in the comments of strangers’ on a JCP ad that I happened to scroll by about a curtain that I wasn’t even looking to buy? First of all let me just say, I don’t even typically read through the comments of something I’ve actually commented on unless it’s my post, I’m tagged and someone is specifically speaking to me, or they reply specifically to me, or I just happen to see it; but here I am AGAIN, reading comments by complete strangers on a subject even MORE boring than curtains, and that’s billboards 😂.
Not even a certain billboard that says something funny or a debate about them. It was about billboards in general, online vs physical, and I was just curious about what people thought about it.
But why? Turns out they didn’t have any opinions. I guess I’m just curious by nature; and on another note, I haven’t forgotten about that dang curtain! I am not in the market for a curtain! But every time I walk by a window here, I think how good that curtain would look there. I hope I don’t suddenly try to buy a billboard for absolutely no reason now 🤦‍♀️.
#Lucy #rabbithole 

FAUX, FAUX, SQUIRRELY ME…

So next up, me and Barrelassin’ Momma and the barrelassin’ kids are headed to California for my daughter’s seventeenth birthday celebration. This obviously requires lots of planning and cooperation from everyone involved. Less than forty- eight hours until we leave and this is where I nearly derailed. Because no matter how old I get, I’m not setting Fancy free. (Maybe tomorrow, though.)

While trying to wash and pack everything I would need for such a trip I wondered if I still had a set of unused false eyelashes somewhere. I think I looked around for mere seconds before I noticed my faux leather pants hanging on the rack in front of me. Oh yes! I almost forgot! I’ve been meaning to try those on and see if they still fit me since the last time I wore them just over a year ago on my fortieth birthday.

For the record, I was not wandering around like this.
Obviously this was the first time I wore them ;). 

Great news! They totally fit. But, I still needed to see how my butt looked in them before committing to them and adding them to my many, many, other piles of clothes that I swore I was not taking this time. I do this each and every time. I say, next time… I’m not taking many outfits on my next trip and lugging it all around. The last trip I actually had to go and buy a duffle/duffel bag (super don’t care for the correct spelling of this word anymore. Apparently I can spell it either way in the last decade.) on wheels to get my shoes home because I shopped while away and had no more room for them.

Anyhoo…I wandered toward the bathroom mirror because I’ve recently decided the one in my bedroom is nothing but a skinny mirror and is a liar. My butt looks nothing like it does in that particular mirror. At least not in any other mirror here-maybe they’re both wrong. So I’m on my way to the bathroom and then…SQUIRREL! Not unlike the many squirrels I’ve chased just telling this story, I stopped and finished loading the dishwasher, made a phone call, answered some Facebook stuff, took the sheets from the dryer and took them to my room. I then put clothes in the dryer, brushed my hair because I had just added my faux color to it before I ever thought about my “faux” eyelashes, which is probably what me think of those in the first place come to think of it. I cleaned out a purse I haven’t carried in a while, found my lip shine and just had to see how that looked and then had to pee. It was THEN that I finally made it to the bathroom and remembered that I had started that way a long time ago to look at my real butt in my faux leather pants. I had been all over the house doing one thing and then the next wearing those things, and I still have no EYE-dea about those dang eyelashes.

Enjoy, Barrelassers 😉