Feet Firmly(ish) Planted Where I Am

Or something like that ... even though my initial reaction was more like this ...

In other news my A-team had a rather big night last night {understatement of the year}.  Ace was on Raising Hope {found here} ~ just a Primetime television production with a Goonie.  Adam produced playwright Lance Black's 8 ... on Broadway.  Changing the world, taking a stand, making a difference.  I may feel like this little blonde above inside 99% of the time but this devilishly good looking man below on the left, Doc, and the guy found at minute 18:15 in the HULU link above remind me to be brave, to keep my feet where I can grow. 

The earth rotated this morning and the sun came into view, it was beautiful.

I Love Matt

He's my favorite. 98 sleeps 'till Christmas {I'm counting} and two less 'till this face is on the big screen in a film I'm already certain will make me fall a bit more in love {I don't love Scarlett J in ANYTHING but Matt may be enough to help break me of that}.



Great ... Yes.

Shirts

I have a new shirt.  It's clean and fits really well.  My other shirts, the ones I've had for years that are comfortable and smell like me, are wondering how long I'll be wearing the new shirt.  After all, most of the time I throw new shirts in the laundry pile after a few weeks, refuse to do the laundry, and just find another new shirt.  So it's not that the other shirts are unfounded in their wondering, it's just that it makes me frustrated with them, the other shirts.

I like that the new shirt isn't like the other shirts, its more casual, its a jersey tshirt of sorts.  There are moments when I wonder about the fit, even though I've already decided it does fit, and I tug at it a bit.  But there are also moments when I forget I'm wearing it because it just ... fits.  Does that make sense? To me it does.

I've got other things to say ... lots of other things to say.  But for today I just thought I'd tell you about my new shirt.