Monday, May. 15, 2006

Too Hot, Need Shorts


Since I am a mother, I had me a Mother's Day yesterday. It was my second official Mother's Day, though I still got some cards and little gifts when I was pregnant, too. We had a nice day, even though the temperatures around here flared like Satan opened a door to his own personal blast furnace. Kidlet ran around most of the day in her diaper and a white cotton onesie with tiny pink flowers all over it because it was too freaking hot for anything else. And I was jealous, because I'd love to hang out with my relatives in my underwear and a t-shirt, but that sort of thing is generally frowned upon. Unless one belongs to certain redneck clans or certain celebrity families.

There were little gifts exchanged, and barbequed chicken with home-made macaroni and cheese, and strawberry angel food cake with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. Mm. My favorite part, though, was laying on a small, Sesame-Street-decorated fold-down futon, with Kidlet laying beside me or else crawling all over me and giggling like I was the coolest jungle gym in the whole world.

As far as I'm concerned? *Every* day is Mother's Day.

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In other news, I went shopping this evening. What with temperatures climbing (see above re: Satan's blast furnace), I find I am in need of shorts. It seems like I buy new shorts every year. I wear them through the summer, put them away in the winter, and then I can't find them in the spring. I don't know where in the world they go. One of these days, I'm going to open a box and find approximately 39849384632 pairs of shorts.

Anyway. Need shorts.

And... I don't know why this surprises me... I could find *nothing* in the women's department that would actually fit, like, a normal human. There were exercise shorts that were made out of some weirdly clingy material. There were linen shorts with drawstrings (?!) and about 1400 wrinkles, ensuring that I'd be ironing these things prior to wearing (... so, no. Bwa ha. Like I've got time for that nonsense.).

And, my personal favorite, there were Daisy Dukes made from approximately 3 centimeters of faded denim. Hell, the belt that came with these things was wider than the actual item of clothing. Now... why? Seriously. Trust me, you *don't* want me buying and wearing a pair of those things. You *don't* want to see *my* full moon rising out of the bottom of those things.

So, I did what any normal woman would do in this situation. I went over to the men's department, and found a pair of rationally-sized shorts. With pockets, no less. And! At half the price of the women's stuff. So, just like with the t-shirts, y'all clothing designer folk can take your silly fabrics and your too-short shorts, and stuff 'em in yer ear.

Aaand, we'll call that an entry. Stay tuned this week for more Idol madness, more memes, and more bizarre ramblings. Here, here's a tissue, you're salavating. Or, is that the drool of the snoring...

saturncat at 9:27 p.m.

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