The other day I had to go straight from child-related job to non-child-related job. I was covered from hair to shoes in fluorescent paint (my day in charge) and nobody said a thing. I almost looked as though I had been paintballing. If that’s not enough for me to question what I usually look like I don’t know what is.

I pretty much don’t have any other news in fifteen days. Or I do and I’ve forgotten. Or I do but it’s rubbish. Or I do but I’m hungry and there is fresh French bread and peanut butter downstairs waiting for me. Oh yeah! I know how to dine in style!

What are you wearing?
Since it is summer and people (NOT MY WOEFULLY UNTONED SELF) are striding around in shorts I found this very informative diagram in a library book:


(Yes, I read anything)

Soso