Snippet of conversation overheard at the coffee shop that I am truly hoping I heard out of context:
"Yeah, so, my wife is really into reading books right now. THAT could be bad."
Next she'll want to VOTE, or something. Gawd.
At the community water park the other day I saw a 8-or-9 year old girl wearing a lime green string bikini with fringes on the boobs. The fringes flounced when she ran. She ran like she was auditioning for Baywatch, and she DID have the beginnings of boobs.
I am never having a girl. Unless I can somehow convince her to become a butch lesbian. But I think that's kind of frowned upon as a parenting technique.
Let's keep things in perspective, shall we? Hello Kitty luxury water, at $100 a bottle.
I've gotten it all up in my head that I'm going to start sewing eco-friendly clothing & diapers for kids. I have some organic cotton & bamboo fabric coming from Wazoodle.com. I considered hand-dyeing it, and found myself saving the little pollen-y things from my lilies in anticipation of using it to make a dye...and that's when I realized that I've gone completely off the rails. Even Elle, my frugalista eco-guru friend, backed away slowly when I told her that.
(You'll still love me, though, right?)
I'm purposely trying to keep this post relatively BlogHer-free because I remember how irritating it was last year when everybody kept yapping about it and I wasn't going. But...two more sleeps til BlogHer.
There is something sticky on my laptop. Ew.
Does your breakfast need a little life? Here's a toast defibrilator.
Every time I think I'm getting ahead financially, I realize that it's because I forgot to pay the bills.
Hubby just came home with bags of hotdogs and Kraft Dinner. He could have at least waited until I was GONE to NY to set the menu for him and my son.