More of an Etcetera than a Post , Really. Sorry in Advance...

I've been making some changes and moving some things around. 
Here.  Look.  Around.
Right here, on the blog.

What's that?  Oh, you've noticed?!
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It's nothing, really.  Just several long and agonizingly frustrating hours a few quick changes here and there.  You know, pretty much. 

So yes, I'm delighted that someone, somewhere appreciates my hard work enough to have noticed.  All of my hard work.  Here.  Today. 

Tweeking. 

Making sure that the ol girl here isn't wearing blazing red and white striped undies with her white skirt.  Even if they are the only ones she had that were clean.  Yes, yes we all know what Mom says about making sure you wear clean undies in case you get in an accident and wind up at the hospital.  But let me tell you something.  If you do wind up at the hospital in such a state that anyone would have to see your underwear, much less handle them in such a way as to have a good look at them I'm pretty sure that their cleanliness would no longer be their most distinguishing characteristic.  Trust me, I'm a nurse.  I know things.  There are much worse things than not-so-fresh underwear.  And whether they're the right colour and style for wearing under semi-transparent clothing.  What are you wearing that skirt for anyway??  You know, you can practically see through it!  Do you want to look like a streel?  What's that?  It's the only thing you had clean?  Dude, do the laundry sometime.  Or go visit your Mom.  She'll wash some clothes for your sorry ass.  She knows about these things.

Wait.  Is that my skirt?!

Phew.  I'm glad you noticed the changes.  I don't think I would have handled it well if you hadn't even noticed.