12 of 12: Exit Edition

Good Evening, Kittens!

And here are my photos from the day ...

On the way to the metro station, I thought that this kid was wearing cute jeans ...

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Metro Center ...

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Broken window at work ...

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Counting incandescent EXIT signs at work. So much fun ...

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My keyboard ...

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Crossing the drill floor ...

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Counting more EXIT signs ...

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I love this. EXIT/Not an Exit ...

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After work, I stopped by Macys to buy a new pair of jeans (I ended up buying 2 pairs ... GAH!). Anyway, some Strange Man followed me into the dressing room ...

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On the metro home ...

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And, then, the bus (because it was raining REALLY hard) ...

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A quick dinner of leftover pasta salad ...

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The rest of the night was spent drinking, watching movies, and having fun with Mr. Fantastic (no pictures *wink*).

Have a fabulous weekend!
*smooches*

Comments

  1. Mel9:11 PM

    Bare tummy in the fitting room. Hawt!

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  2. Polt9:15 PM

    Wow, lucky you being followed into the dressing room. And sweet Mary mother of GOD, look at the size of his hands! Niiiice.....

    Love all the exit signs...perhaps next month I shall do a 12 for the 12th with nothing BUT exit signs. :)

    HUGS...

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  3. that's J-O-S-H12:15 AM

    The metro station [feat. Miley Cyrus' strung out bro?!] looks mad futuristixxx!

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