Checking In

I can't believe it's been almost a month since I last posted. Well, I guess I can, but it really just seems like yesterday that the fiance was out of town and I found that splendid Jane Austen inspired movie.

I just really haven't had words lately. So many things to share, but a completely blank canvas which I have not been equal to filling as of late. No real rhyme or reason, who knows. I hope everyone has been having a fabulous summer. Mine is going in fits and starts. The weather can't seem to make up its mind whether it wants to be summer or fall, makes it slightly challenging when it comes to morning wardrobe selection. I hope you are taking it all in and enjoying every second of summer. I'll eventually be around to visit everyone. Time seems to be handing me the short end of the stick lately.

Stalling

I've often times considered writing a post about bathroom stalls. I know, I'm crazy, I promise I didn't fall down and hit my head (though I won't promise that a wall didn't jump out in my path...)
Nearly everyday at work I walk into the ladies' room and am faced with not one or two, but about 10 different stalls from which to choose. I know that something silly like which stall to go into doesn't really matter in the long run. Generally, we choose the one that's open. But what do you do when all of them are deserted? Do you go into the same stall each time, or do you play musical stalls?
Clearly I have too much time on my hands to think about such silly things. But it's been a random post tugging at the back of my brain for many weeks. I finally relented and wrote it. About bathroom stalls. Yeah. I'll wander away now. Gotta take the bf to the airport.