By the Seat of His Pants

good luck, everyone! i can fit in cb's pants once again:

it looks like i found my new uniform:

there's no stopping me now!

A Rose by Any Other Name...

bad luck, i can't remember to put on deodorant most days:

so i guess it's good luck that i don't smell that bad:*

*cb found out first-hand when i shoved his face in my armpit on the streets of new york. yeah!

Update: The Cleavage Issue

i'm not sure if this is good luck or bad luck...maybe you can weigh in.

maybe you've noticed a la this blog, but i've been wearing the same outfit all the time lately:

on the one hand, it's like i'm a cartoon character*:

or possibly a super hero:

but on the other, hand--since i don't have a closet full of the same outfit--maybe it's more like i'm a crazy, singing, bird feeding lady:

what say you?

UPDATE:

barret is right. frankly, i was trying to be pg about it and keep my cleavage out of the debate, but...well...it isn't fair to ask you to give an opinion without all the facts. so, without further adieu, the shirt:

*i'm aware that in blog form i am sort of a cartoon character.

Lost and Found

dare we hope that this blog is making a comeback?!?

When I'm 64

we are SO lucky! cb has been granted membership into a very elite club:

which obviously means we are now ready to retire and enjoy the finer things in life:

ima pop in my dentures and hit the town!