I am pretty proud of myself. Went to go see a good friend and her family and their new baby last night-- made them dinner (which if you know me is nothing but a pleasure), but to leave my house after dark, by MYSELF is huge. Of course, I played it off like it was no big deal, seeing as that's what I do. Nik probably knows better, though. We've had discussions about my phobias in the past, and I'm fairly certain she relates in some manner. Not to say she's neurotic like me, just that she is understanding.
At first I was a bit apprehensive being out of my element, but this family is phenomenal. Talk about welcoming. And to see the love in a great friend's face for her first newborn was amazing to behold.
Tonight's a little more low key and inconsequential. Sure, I went to the laundromat, but that's just necessity. Had I not, I might be forced to wear a skirt tomorrow, and I have no good skirt shoes now that my Steve Madden's have bitten the dust, and God forbid I should wear my black boots, as that's probably a little too much for work. Call me Sledge, eh?
"Stalking Walking in my big black boots!"
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