On a brighter note

The right size of my new Level 27 hoodie finally arrived:



Thank you mommy!

For sanity's sake

Today was a "mental health day" (As in going down to Pilates---the most AMAZING workout I think I've ever done). I wore my candy skull pajama pants after hearing that fleece/sweatpants will make you roast, and brought a pair of FKHS sweats to change into for lunch.

Well, Mom and I got into discussion, and we were seated in California Pizza Kitchen before I realized that I was still wearing my pajamas. I suppose that's Karma for me snickering when people go into Wal*Mart wearing fuzzy slippers and Spongebob pajamas. Naturally, Mom gave me some grief about it (lovingly, as she was complaining that her sweater didn't match her pants) and I brushed it off.

So I went to Musical Theatre, and Mom was in the car, using someone's WiFi and blogging about Ginger's birthday. She couldn't remember whether Ginger was turning three or four, so she signed onto AIM to ask me. It confused her that I wasn't logged on.

Until I got out of the studio and into the car, she was still confused about it. So maybe today was a good day for a mental health day---otherwise we might lose our heads altogether ("And then a horse will kick it to the side and Goodbye Yente!")

Corduroy

At Ann Taylor Loft, I got these three pairs of the same style of corduroy pants. I have them in green, yellow, and red, and I love them. The greens are my favorite, as they were my first pair.

I went over to Katie's yesterday to sleep over, and I wore the yellow pair. That morning, I came back home to shower, and changed into the green pants. That was all fine and dandy...until the seam randomly ripped during dinner. I was going back over to Katie's that evening, so I had no choice but to wear the red ones.

I don't think I've ever worn three pairs of pants on the same day before. Well, now I have.