librarian

Ok, actual information about me for once:

The bad: Friday morning I was heading out of town for an appointment three hours away when a guy backed out of a driveway into the side of my car and a tow truck had to be called to separate the cars. Though he immediately jumped out an apologized, saying he didn't see me, he is now claiming I rear-ended him (with the side of my car) and he is injured.

The good: I spent almost all of Saturday checking out every thrift shop around, and I did very well. Stuff's cheap out here in the sticks. I even made my long-held dream of typewriter ownership a reality.

The bad: One of the totally bitchin' dresses I got in a fill-a-bag-for-$4 sale started sprinkling a green powder around, and washing it only seems to have activated a mold smell which will not come out. So, I could wear my favorite combination of brown-and-turquoise and smell like mold, or I could give up, or I guess I could follow my mother's advice and run ammonia through the washing machine, but that might be too old-fashioned even for me. I'm leaning toward looking good and smelling like mold. One of my favorite eccentric old ladies always smells like mold, and I could ask for no more than to be as cool as she.