A side ponytail, some serious blush and eye shadow and you can look eighties no matter what else you wear.

Good idea, but I don't have any makeup here.

Rolling up the cuffs of my jeans to make them into pedal-pushers, plus white t-shirt and high ponytail, with Converse, seems to work for impromptu fifties, I think. (Why did I forget to bring a tie-dye shirt? They have theme days every year, and a tie-dye shirt is always useful for at least one of those.)

Yes, yes it is. Fancy it?

Oooh! I could definitely be tempted. Although I rather fear the money haemmoraging thing, but, but...and it looks like it's close to the train station and everything!

t sorely tempted

Cash, JZ, and flea - thanks for the maternity-wear advice and links. I've forwarded it all. Up to and including the surry/Suri discussion.

I'm glad your DH is home and doing well, connie. May the treatment do its job well.

Cash, so sorry the shot has lost effectiveness; I'm sending along all good thoughts and -ma for you.

R's boss is an asshead.

Agreed.

Serious health-ma to your grandpa, Steph.

Dental health-ma to Robin. Minimal pain, too.

Yay, Jen! Congratulations!

I will be Pirating at the movies on Saturday with my niece, assuming there are tickets to be had. And I will look appropriately piratey, too, including my skull and crossbone earring in the second hole of the two-hole ear and my requisite scarf, of course.

ETA: And, sj, energy-ma to you.

sorely tempted

pokes

pokes again

That should do it. Okay, I'll throw in a going for a pint. You've twisted my arm.

Fay, I completely understand the home but not at home thing. I felt it (to a minor degree) when I was back east earlier in the summer. Very disconcerting.

ION, yay Nurse Jen!!

Coffee (what? it's breakfast to me):

So much ~ma to Bitches who need it: ((((Cash, Connie and DH, Robin, sj, Teppy and grandpa)))) and anyone else I missed.

I am in CarMax getting my Forester appraised. Hopefully they'll offer me enough money to mean I don't have to sell it myself. I really hate having to deal with car selling to private parties.

That should do it. Okay, I'll throw in a going for a pint. You've twisted my arm.

is sold

...although I must confess to being a total and utter lightweight with alcohol now. (3 years in a Muslim country, for half of which time my flatmate/constant companion was allergic to alcohol.)

I gather the fair opens at midday. Could we maybe meet at the train station? Around, er, 1ish?

Could we maybe meet at the train station? Around, er, 1ish?

Yup. Sounds fantabulous. We'll be the loud American and the geek with pink hair.

Tastic!

...and, on that note, so to bed!