"But I don't even care about fashion!" - my 7 year old niece yelling at her twin sister before slamming the door. They are in Second grade...what up with that?
Last night I went through many clearance racks in a shopping frenzy. I needed new bras because, since I lost weight, I have gone down a cup size and been reappointed to the Itty Bitty Titty Committee (does that really have 2 m's t's and e's? I am too lazy to check). And I bought some cheap purses and shoes because I thought I would maybe cultivate a "look". Carrie Bradshaw influenced, no doubt. I was thinking "funky and eclectic". Today in the harsh light of morning I am realizing it's more "colorblind prostitute". Oh well.
DUMB OBSERVATIONS I HAVE MADE RECENTLY:
while playing kick ball with my nieces in the schoolyard this past weekend, I looked at the sky and exclaimed "there are heck of hawks!"
this morning, trying to rouse myself from sleep and my comfy bed (which are so heavenly to me these days, you have no idea)...I decided to count to a certain number and then force myself to get up. I thought to myself "to count from 99 to 100 takes a split second"
"my brain's turned to tofu!"