My mother fell, face-down, on the pavement a few days ago and smashed her glasses.
My sister took her to the doctor and they gave her a tetanus shot and that night I had to wake her every hour to make sure she didn't have a concussion.
Yesterday we went to get her new glasses (that went surprisingly quick and easy, I picked them out, I was like 'round and brown-ish' OKAY, HOW ABOUT THESE?)
BUT MY POINT WAS. Her little face (she lost seventy pounds, it is now most definitely a little face) is all black and blue and she looks like someone beat the shit out of her and looking at her makes me uncomfortable but I have to because she won't leave the house by herself.

I've been looking for a coat for a while now, something warmer than this blazer or my current leather jacket because that's even shorter than Cameron's
Then I finally just wandered over to the men's department and voila, a perfect, warm, not-too-expensive. And I figured as long as I was there I might as well get these boots too.

( Drinking keeps me warm and approachable.Collapse )