Where’s my leather skirt?
October 8, 2013 § 6 Comments
There’s a lady in my building who wears the cutest clothes. Today, she came to the office in a black leather skirt, which reminded me that I TOO HAVE A LEATHER SKIRT, which has mysteriously disappeared. I’m pretty sure my skirt is somewhere in the farmhouse in Texas, with Dave.
Libby: You need to mail me my leather skirt.
Dave: I just mailed you a big box of stuff. What else could you possibly need?
Libby: My leather skirt.
Dave: It’s 90-degrees…not leather skirt weather.
Libby: In Oregon, it’s 38-degrees. It’s WINTER. I need my leather skirt, and a couple of turtlenecks, you know, that nice cashmere one; oh, and the brown cotton one…
Libby: Maybe I’ll just buy some stuff here. I’m not even sure what I have…maybe I should just go shopping.
And that’s how it happened that Dave agreed to arrange all of my clothes on the bed and take pictures of everything and text them to me.