Is there anything more fabulous than finding a pair of jeans that look good on you? For a cheap price?

Indulge me while I get all girly here. I went into the fine town of Excelsior, MN, which has Ladies’ Nights on Thursdays, which means the stores stay open late (past 5:30!), and tons of women get all dressed up in their white slacks and bright tops (so cyuute! they exclaim in their Minnesota accents) and go shopping.

So I did too, sans the white slacks. And I found a pair of jeans that a) were fancy jeans, trouser style b) dark denim (which I love) c) look cute on me and d) were $39.

Oh, lord. My night was made. Plus my aunt (who doesn’t want to be called my aunt, ’cause she’s only seven years older than me) bought me a great Free People top and then I got a purse made of vintage Chinese wallpaper (how much more Megan can you get?!?) that was 75% off!

Yes. I am a New Yorker who got her shopping on in Excelsior, MN. And had a blast.

Today I just couldn’t stand myself any longer, and I opened up The Dreaded Synopsis. Yup, still sucky. I tweaked, which mostly meant deleting whole chunks of text, and tried to make it appear as if it made sense.

Who knows if it does? Well, actually, I sent it to a couple of folks who might be telling me soon.

In other news, I went to Target yesterday and bought books (my thanks to Goedi, who mentioned that Minnesota does indeed have bookstores. No thanks for his sarcastic tone). I also bought a new pair of shorts, berry-colored madras, which made my cousin say I always dressed “interestingly.” She did mean it as a compliment, but I didn’t know it was that different. I am not conscious of trying to be different, I used to really dress outrageously, and I thought I was more normal now. It’s kinda cool I’m still not normal.

The Son is at sailing school today, and now that the Synopsis is done finished complete something, I can get back to creative writing. Friday is the Son’s birthday, and we will probably be going to the opening day of Hellboy II to celebrate. I not-so-secretly love that he is into that kind of dark, fantastic stuff.

In other words, and to make a long story short, and to cut to the chase, and other banal time cliches, I am really boring right now. It’s weird not to be insanely stressed.

Okay. More later. Aren’t you thrilled?

Megan

PS: No, the pic has nothing to do with anything. But it’s less boring than the text, no?

Okay, so I’m no Dooce, but in this case, it doesn’t matter that I’m kind of a lame photographer. Here is my backyard, and my orchid in bloom: