Jeans too casual.
Skirt too dressy.
Black too dark.
Colors too bright.
Blouse too kitschy.
Shirt too boring.
Shoes impractical.
I never know what to wear on a first date.
Update: The date went *really* well. I wore my black glow-in-the-dark Church of Elvis T, black pleated catholic school skirt, black funky patterned fishnet stockings, black mary jane docs, and a black hooded cardigan. It turned out to be the perfect thing to wear. She’s right, black’s never too dark.

Watch out! She’s experimenting in the kitchen again! I’ve noticed that I have a lot of random stuff hanging out in my fridge and pantry, so I’ve been setting challenges for myself to see what I can make using only the materials on hand. It’s pretty fun. I’ve been trying a lot of alternative desserts lately. There’s a vegan dessert bar sort of like a rice cereal treat made by the Buddha Belly Bakery that is absolutely to die for… yum!
Ingredients
7 pieces of toast, chopped into little cubes (about 2 1/2 cups of bread pieces)
2 cups vanilla soy milk
Egg substitute equivalent to 4 eggs
2 shots Cuaranta y Tres (Licor 43) liquor
1/3 cup sugar
1 tablespoon cinnamon
Dash of nutmeg
Finely chopped bananas
1 teaspoon salt
Preheat oven to 325 F. Mix egg substitute, soy milk, liquor, sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg until well blended. Pour over toast and bananas and toss well.
Bake for 45 minutes or until a knife inserted into the middle comes out clean.

After several months without a dog, I decided to foster again. My coordinator needed temporary homes for hounds, and I missed having a foster dog, so it was a good match all around. I just had to request a dog that would be easier to place since I don’t know how long I’ll be able to foster while I’m trying to sell my house.
Andy moved in this morning with a minimal amount of furniture, a zip baggie of food, and the fur on his back. Unfortunately, a bed was not among the furniture that came with him, so I am washing the dog bedding that I have on hand. Andy was really shy at first, but he is starting to warm up to me. He’s discovering that the office is where I am a majority of the time, so this is where he wants to be, too.
I’ve been told that he suffers from separation anxiety if left in small enclosed places (hey, me too!) and is prone to car sickness. No problems with small animals, cats, other dogs, or children. Andy is just shy of two years old and was with his adopted family for three months, so he probably wasn’t meant to be a racer. They didn’t give any definitive reason for releasing him back to my organization other than that they didn’t want him anymore. Poor guy. He is a very handsome brindle and has a wonderful disposition, so I have no doubt he’ll be adopted quickly at one of our upcoming events.