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[verbicide]

As much as I love to sleep in on Sunday mornings, Hobbes is not a fan. There was much meowing and impatient huffing. Also had a great call with Judy, managed to catch up since our schedules didn't intersect this weekend. In fact, it was a particularly girlfriend-by-phone weekend. Caught up with Stace and Jeanne--yesterday, too. But today is All Jeff, All The Time. Which is very yay. He's returned from the mountain, largely unscathed.

We're going to see the final show of Sweeney Todd at the 5th Ave theatre and catch an early dinner. He called earlier to figure out where/when to meet.

Me: I need to know what you're wearing for Sweeney.
Jeff: Umm. I'm wearing my... colored jeans...uh... they're..
Me: Are they denim-colored?
Jeff: No, they're not.. they're uh..
Me: The tan ones?
Jeff: Yes...
Me: I have a mental inventory of your entire wardrobe, not to fear. Shirt?
Jeff: And I'm ironin
Me: Ooooooo, ironing.
Jeff: Yeah, the blue button down. [Of which he has 5,000]
Me: The dark one, that's very plain?
Jeff: Uh yeah.
Me: I'm still figuring out what I'm going to wear. Man, I'm glad I called. I was all over the map.
Jeff: We don't need to match!
Me: You're such a freaking BOY. Yes we do! Not like outfits, but level.
Jeff: Ooookay.
Me: Hrm. I wonder if my denim jacket will be too dressed down.
Jeff: ....
Me: Your gay-ness really is never handy when I need it.
Jeff: Heeee, I know. I'm sorry.
Me: I think you need to wear your new dark jeans that one funky shirt.
Jeff: Noooo, I've already ironed!
Me: Sigh. Okay.

I know what I'd like to wear, but it's impractical in this weather, especially because we're probably going to have to walk a bit. A skirt and sandals isn't going to cut it. So instead of elegant, as I'd like, I'm going to have to go with slightly funky. But hey, at least I don't have to shave my legs now. While I'm not at chewbacca levels, a knee-skirt would require freshening up. I love winter.

Shit shit shit. I need to leave in 30 minutes so I should actually get dressed now.