Elementary, my dear Watson

I woke up this morning thinking, “I don’t have sh!t to do, it’s Sunday!” Then I realized that it was not, in fact, Sunday, but Monday. BLUGH. But then I remembered that it was the 9th, and I read somewhere that the BBC’s Sherlock would be available on Netflix’s instant queue, so then I was like YAAAAAY!!! I’ve seen lots of stuff about Sherlock on the interwebz, and a couple of friends have been telling me I must watch it because it is brilliant and Steven Moffat wrote it, and anything Steven Moffat does is gold. He’s the head writer of Doctor Who by the way, which is my favorite show (in case you didn’t know). After I excitedly clicked the “add to queue” button, I decided that I wanted to wear something British-y, or something that looked like I was gonna go for tea and crumpets. I even found my gray Harrod’s purse that I bought when I went to London 10 years ago to add some oomph to the British factor.

After our stint at SPD, Jen and I headed back to our Alma Mater to pick up caps and gowns for our graduation ceremony which will occur on the 21st. I can’t believe it’s coming up so soon! I also can’t believe how hideous the traditional graduation garments are. Who designed them?! <– something to Google later.

It’s just not flattering. At. All.

Once I tried the robe on, my womanly figure disappeared and I just looked like a bloated eggplant. However, my mind is put at ease knowing that every other grad is going to look just as ridiculous as me.