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I was thinking of this really lovely Mike/Harvey story last night while I was working (from home on a Friday night. don't be jealous.) and then this morning as I was running errands. I just settled down with the internet (I've missed you soo much internet *cuddles*) and wanted to go back to finish reading that story because it was so good and just what I wanted right now. Why is it just in my head? Surely I could have learned to magic fanfic into being after all these years.

I had a nutella crepe this morning at the farmers' market (at which there were no farmers) made by a really delicious Frenchman. He was better than his crepe, unfortunately. I think the only thing I like about crepes is watching them being made. He owns a crepe and croissant shop downtown, which I think is a noble profession to have :D I shall try his croissants next time.

I also ended up buying four more dresses today. I have a problem. I've become Dee Dee from Dexter's Laboratory ("Ohhhhhhhhhhhh PRETTTTTTTTTTTY" No more dresses. Well, I'll let myself buy one a month through the rest of the summer but no more than that! A coworker was admiring my dress the other day and said she'd like to wear dresses but she was taught a lady had to wear hose and a slip with dresses and she hated wearing both. Sidestepping the slight dig, I'm thinking why would you do things that you didn't want to do as a grown ass woman because that's what your mom said when you were little? There are lessons that should stick, I know, (like look both ways before you cross the street, which I do) but there are other lessons that should be immediately discarded upon entering adulthood like "don't have cake for breakfast" or "ice cream isn't dinner". (Not that my mom said those things. She thought both were acceptable, but that seems like a thing some mom might say.) (My mom also told me to have fun experimenting with sex when I was 16 going on 17 (and clearly already active since she was sitting in the doctor's office with me as I was freaking the hell out believing that I was pregnant) but for god's sake use protection (I was using protection btw, I was just convinced that it hadn't worked.) (It had--I've never been a trusting soul.). Anyway, my poorly stated point is that life is to be enjoyed and unless you really enjoy hosiery, wear dresses if you want (I totally do!) even if your legs are bare! You're still a lady. Kinda. (Unless you're a dude, and then you should still wear dresses if you want.)

I really wish I had that fic to read right now. I suppose I'll have to find something else to do...