Jess is wise. It'll change soon enough.

I think you mean Jesse. (I would have put in my parenting two cents, but I put the kids to bed by myself tonight (DH is in screening season HELL this week) and so I have no brain to put words together.)

(I do have wine, though, so who know, I may get really talkative in about half an hour or so.)

NICE!

eta: that was to dcp, but sure, Jess too!

It's short shorts with tights and boots for fall that baffles me.

Man, one of my favorite outfits in high school was black tights with jean shorts (not that short, but cutoff jeans nonetheless) and either a peasant-y pintucked and embroidered blousy shirt in green or a worn light blue oxford over a black tank. And boots. Chunky boots.

I've discovered I have exactly one pair of jeans that I can't walk out of. Out of 5. Oops. Need to remedy that.

Amy I saw that today when I drove by campus. I had to do a double take because the girl's coat was almost the same length as her shorts so at first it looked like she wasn't wearing any pants.

In the store I keep seeing college age customers wearing light colored sweaters with black bras.

But this summer I saw a lot of teenage or college age girls wearing tops cut low in the back with bras, so you could see the whole bra band.

And once the combination of - low cut top, bra showing (straps and band in the back), control top tights, short shorts. I could tell they were control top because the control top leg came down at least an inch below the shorts.

This was on a girl who looked about 16 in the mall with a woman who looked like her mom.

This was on a girl who looked about 16 in the mall with a woman who looked like her mom.

Wow. That's, like, a fashion felony. Somewhere Stacey and Clinton were hyperventilating and didn't know why.

wearing light colored sweaters with black bras.

Guilty. It was high school! And more semi-tightly crocheted sweaters. It wasn't trying to be hootchie. A lot of that fashion is coming back.

ION, Pumpkin can slither under the coffee table. For now.

I just realized that since Fedex delivered 2 new swimsuits today, I don't have to pack a wet suit. Man, I'm slow.

Would somebody please tell my nose that I'd really like to fucking breathe out of it? And the post-nasal drip is making me nauseous.

Sudafed, my Sudafed, why have you foresaken me? I'm a more deserving candidate of your wondrous properties than the meth cooker on the wrong side of town.

Afrin may help, if it's a question of swelling.

(Afrin likes carrots. And helps them breathe.)

Dana, the Afrin is in the 24-hour CVS, and I am on the couch wrapped up in a blanket cradling a box of tissues. Who has the magic wand to make it appear? I'm not fit to drive tonight.