I'm so bad with numbers. In Haute Magazine there's a pattern for a sheath dress for 16" dolls that I'd like to sew. I'm no seamstress, but I figured the dress would be relatively simple, and I like sheath dresses. Well, the pattern has to be photocopied at 133%. Simple, right? I tried to use the copier in the VA office, but it used the decimal system for enlargements, not percent, and I couldn't figure out what to use. After wasting paper I finally gave up. Maybe I can use the copier at the rental office instead, which is a little older.
Did I mention that I like dresses on *other* people? I do not wear dresses. I'll explain why some other time.
Going back to numbers and memory, I'm very upset that I've suddenly forgotten my PIN number to my debit card, after having used it for a couple of years. It was an easy number, too. Just like that, one day I choked and I haven't remembered it since. I've just been using it like a credit card, but it means I don't have easy access to cash. Weird.
The cats were banished again last night, and now Newman isn't speaking to me.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 8:32 AM
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