God, Hec, you're so mean, forcing a day like that on your son.

Had the krav pics taken. One big group shot. I was the only one in a skirt, so I made sure my legs were obscured. We had a small panic when we realised that all the black people were standing in a clump at one side. We still ended up a bit left-heavy but I think it shouldn't be as glaring as it started out being. And maybe the blond thing will throw it off.

There were also individual pictures and bio sheets we had to fill out. I'm afraid of the next version of the web site. Why do they want to know if I'm single? (I said N/A)

Tried to find a short denim skirt. They seem not to exist with out being destroyed denim, or covered in flair. I'm not flairy.

you are very flairy, you just don't embrace it.

are you looking for straight, a-line, pleated, full?

The skirt has to be a neutral piece, and also dress-uppable, so destroyed and flair don't work for that. Looking for short, a few inches above the knee--the shorter it is, the more A-line it can be. I just need to be able to sit in it without the construction part of my hose showing.

Apparently my outfit today was "Mmm....mmmmm.....huh." Translated from boy speak that means "Like the top. LIke the skirt! Oh, those boots look like they can hurt my man parts." I like clunky boots and short skirts and tights.

single pleat - [link] - if you get petite then it will certainly be the right length.

straight - [link] - don't be full by the name it is only 17 inches.

straight - [link]

pleats - [link]

a little ruffle - [link]

I've been watching far too many Mythbusters shows in a row. My dreams are sure to be full of things exploding or crashing.

msbelle, the first two are the same link. The third is pretty close to what I want--standard jean weight, very simple line. I need to try it--I wonder if my local Nordie has it.

I slept all frelling afternoon and I am STILL TIRED. Feh.

Curse you, msbelle. I had never heard of the $15 Store before, and now I have to talk myself down from this dress (yeah, only $15, but what little discretionary income I've got this month really needs to go toward either a new bra or a new purse, as my favorites of each have both committed suicide in the last week; however much I like that dress, I can't even make a weak pretense of needing it).

Hec and Emmett are off bike-riding, and now I'm trying to talk myself into doing laundry. It's gray and nast outside and I really don't want to, but laundry procrastination now = far, far greater laundry suffering in a day or so.

The going-out kerfuffle was resolved to everyone's satisfaction; Emmett sat down and, very carefully and effortfully, drafted a contract (complete with official seal) laying out his desired terms for weekend outdoor activities. Hec read it, they sat down to renegotiate some provisions of the contract, and a final, gold-pen version was signed by both of them a few minutes before heading out to ride bikes. He truly is a good, good, endlessly patient parent, and Emmett truly is a good, good kid, and now I'm all verklempt over both of them. When my brothers and I were kids, a scene like that playing out between us and our dad would have been about as likely as all of us joining hands and jumping over the moon.

[link] - the second link.