Food and clothes. What? I can be normal sometimes.

Pancake brunch-ish thing was extremely fun, and I even got a spiffy new umbrella from my favourite uncle (a side-effect of living in Vancouver, as it turns out, is that you wind up with about twenty more umbrellas than you'll ever need).  Huzzah!

En route, I stopped in at a sort of retro clothes shop.  So much love!  If I were ever to completely overhaul my image, that's the way I'd go.  If I, y'know, had money or any sense of style.  It was all ridiculously inexpensive, though, so it might be worth another quick look with wallet in hand.  Maybe on Tuesday.  I need a nice lil' hat, anyway.  And maybe a pair of shoes.

My little brother's high school graduation is next Friday - hard to believe!  Speaking of hats, he's wearing a fedora for the occasion - complete with a feather on top!  Shiny.  He got all the style in the family.  I'll be wearing my usual special!occasion black-and-red suit.  Our family's not big on dresses - my female cousin wore a tux to her brother's wedding.

Wow, I'm rambling on about clothes.  About... eight minutes to New Who.  That could have something to do with the rambliness.  Yay!

Open Question to the Flist (and, y'know, anyone else stalking me)

Am I the only one here who will buy a tin of black olives to munch on as a snack?  (Well, the olives, not the tin.  I like my teeth, kthx.)

Deelicious.