Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

It's been a semi-lazy day over here – likely the last one I'll get for a while, so I have carpe'd the heck out of this diem.

After doing some last-minute prep work following lunch, I gave myself permission to take it easy the rest of the afternoon, and I did so – wandering down to Broadway in order to hit up the thrift stores … because it's not as if I own enough tee shirts or anything.* Which, um, did not stop me from bringing home four more of them.

In my defense, one is a reproduction of a 1983 David Bowie concert tee. And Bowie aside, this bad-boy has retro-fabulous pink puffy paint on it. What was I supposed to do, just leave it there?

God, I'm weak.

So. Now it's coming up on suppertime, and when the husband gets home from his ninja practice I will see if he can be coerced into nabbing some noms and an adult beverage before settling in for the night. Then an early bedtime, and tomorrow: I'm off!

* I blame my dad, from whom I appear to have inherited this addiction. His novelty tee shirt collection is a force with which to be reckoned, and I would be jealous … except that he has a 30-year head start on me, and in recent years, I've sort of been feeding his problem. It's not my fault his birthday falls the week after DragonCon. Nor is it my fault that DragonCon is basically ground zero for all the world's nerdiest novelty tees. I cannot be blamed for coincidences such as these.

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