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!

How Does it Feel??

THERE'S A PROPERTY BROTHERS CHANNEL IN THIS MUSIC VIDEO!!

yeah!!

Time Off and Time Out

years ago, back when people wrote letters on paper and dinosaurs ruled the earth:

a friend who had moved away publicly decreed via the united states postal service a new holiday: erin is the greatest day:

i never thought that day could be matched, but--joyously--brother bear did just that by naming this week:

this was our week! he's out of school, my last day in the office was wednesday, and we had plans to DO GREAT THINGS in the month between now and the impending baby birth:

but NO. because on tuesday night (2:45 in the morning to be precise) i woke up because i torrential downpoured all over the bed:

i seriously wasn't sure whether i peed* or, wait, did my water just break??

and even though c.b. and i just took lamaze last weekend, i couldn't remember under what circumstances it was time to go to the hospital:

but because the loch ness fetus was not even 36 weeks, we agreed to play it safe and go in.  and to make a short story even shorter, less than two hours later and a pretty convincing television style birth event, we had ourselves a healthy, teensy, roundheaded son:

and in about a month after brother bear and i get through my list of baby items to get done ahead of time, we'll be ready for him.







*cabana baby has NO problem with putting his giant cranium directly on my bladder rendering it utterly useless.