Tidbits from a tired little brain

I've realized I'm ready to be an art director for my next job. All week I've been able to say, "Just rotate that" and wave my hand and CoolGirl has done as I commanded. I feel MUCH better knowing there is someone young, smart, quick and with fabulous taste in belts to replace me. It's just meant I haven't had time to write, read, or whatever on line.
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Also means I haven't done much to research housing or jobs. Ugh! This weekend we go to the 'rents in NYC. Next Wednesday, a week from yesterday, I'm flying out to search for an apartment. My goal had been to have job interviews lined up already. But now we're heading into a long weekend! EEEK! My world is slipping by. I'm not panicked yet. I hope I'll be able to get a job relatively quickly when we get out there. Most people don't want to wait for their design hire so it's been hard to get a response to "I'll be there in October..."
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My dog is such a slut. CoolGirl has this great knuckle-rub massage she does in Muttola's ears. Muttola's eyes roll back in her head and she gives me a look that says, "See? See, woman? THIS is what it's all about. I sneer in the direction of your absent minded head pats." In fact, Muttola neglected RyGuy for Rosetta who takes her out for smoke breaks walks, and now she's turned her little butt away from Rosetta while soaking up the goodness of CoolGirl.
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My goal this weekend is to find a killer interview outfit. One that screams, "If you don't hire me you're missing out on the trendiest, smartest, sexiest designer EVER." But for less than a fortune. In New York City. Is it a pipe dream? I'm thinking of trying to score at H&M? Any other suggestions?