Just Call Me Triangle

I ordered the cutest long cardigans from Chico’s.

Did I tell y’all I am a triangle shape?

Yeah.  I took this little internet “What Shape Are You” test to be able to be matched with their best fashions on the internet, and turned out to be a Triangle.  That's funny. I thought I was an hourglass. Not the 36-24-36 hourglass, but an hourglass on a lot bigger dimensional scale.

But, I digress.

Triangle.  And not the large shoulders, narrow hips version of the inverted triangle.

Think regular triangle here, people.  I mean, what the HECK?

This type of triangle.

That means I have a little head and a big butt.

Anyway, back to the original idea of this post.

The Long Cardigans.

From Chicos.

I got them in.  Tried them on.

And found there is a rectangle in my triangle.

Or, that’s what it looks like, when I put these on.

Of course, it doesn’t help that these cardigans are super thin.  And they have horizontal stripes.

That cut right across the rectangle that is my butt at the bottom of the triangle.

Yeah.

That would be me.  

Enter profanity right here.

If You So Decide To Accept This Mission...

My schedule is doing its usual fall blowup.

In three hours?  I leave for Houston.  I come home?  Late tonight.  At least I’m going with a friend, and hopefully, we can burn a couple of hours shopping...because the selection is so much better in Houston than in Midland!

Friday?  I host, with my coworkers, our Customer Appreciation Sporting Clays Shoot.  No...we’re not gonna shoot our customers.  We are going to spoil them, though!

Saturday?  Midland High ROTC Sporting Clays Shoot.  This is the one where I help a customer fundraise for the local ROTC high school club.  Fun stuff and they’re awesome kiddos.

Wednesday?  Work, then take customers to concert.

Thursday? Fly to Boston.  Come back home the following Wednesday.

Just in time to pack, and unpack.  And repack.

And head the next morning to Santa Fe, New Mexico...for the New Mexico Oil and Gas Association meeting.

Where I help put on three consecutive events...in two days.

And then, come home and get everything ready for our Customer Appreciation Oil Show Party.  We sent out 2000 invites last Friday.

I could so double as an event planner.

Of course, if I could sleep, I could, possibly, also double as a rested person.

Tonight I promised my awesome massage therapist that, after October 16, I absolutely positively would not answer my phone Ever Again during my massage.  I thought she was going to jump for joy!

Men and Directions...

I absolutely, positively have to get ThatManILove a GPS. Oh, 


wait!! He has one IN HIS TRUCK!!!! Hello, honey? You know, 


you're not driving the Powerstroke anymore, right? 




You can put that town in LaToya's NavGav and you won't have 


to call the Janie aka "MapquestItForMeHoneyWillYou Hotline" 


anymore.