DH called me at work to apologize again for messing up my clothes. I told him about the Color Remover stuff and asked him to look for some. We will see if that helps.

Suzi, I'm glad your DH recognizes that he's done wrong. I'll cross my fingers for a fix.

vw, would a walk or a few jumping jacks help get you moving? Sometimes, getting the blood circulating helps me get the coffee to the right places.

Final exams ended on Friday, and this place is dead, dead, dead. Theoretically, this would be a good week to get stuff done.

No-more-pink-ma to you, Suzi (that feels wrong somehow...).

My presentations are done. It was a really really huge success. I had several people approach me about consulting, which felt so good. I knew I was good, but it felt nice to have strangers (who have familiarity with the type of work I do) think I'm great. Also, since my long-term goal is to consult, I felt validated in that, too. Yay! Now I go to the actual conference and try to shove some schoolwork in at some point.

Happy belated Mother's Day to all you mommies out there!

DH ended up with his fair share of pink socks. I just realized that the shirt I put on this morning has a pink spot on it. Sigh. That is what I get for getting dressed in the dark.

Yay for new baby, boo for pinkstreaks and 'morning to all.

Suzi, I've never been able to remove color stains like that but I have re-dyed a few pieces to cover the problem. A fight fire with fire solution to be sure.

And once, when my exDH accidentally spilled bleach on my very favorite jumpsuit ever in the history of one-piece clothing (it was the 80s. shut up.), I hung the garment up in the garage, took a paintbrush and flung more bleach at it to create interesting designs. This, can't beat 'em so join 'em strategy worked a treat. I wore that thing until it literally fell apart, right along one of the bleach lines...

Today began with a truly weird dream (a client came unexpectedly, she's on the couch and I'm standing up. suddenly, I begin peeing...standing up...right into recently exbf's slipper. She look horrified, I look down mortified and then say, "I have a problem." Then the rl alarm went off.) Normally, I interpret other's dreams. This one? I dunno. Not at all.

Then I discovered at my two week weigh in that I've gained 4lbs.

This day is on notice.

I'm wearing an Egyptian cotton shirt. I keep running my hands along it and shifting my shoulders inside it. It is the softest, most snuggly piece of clothing I've ever worn.

Mmm. Cotton.

All the marathon advice givers are saying 'microfibers only!'

But they feel terrible. I'm not sure wicking is worth the ook factor.

But they feel terrible. I'm not sure wicking is worth the ook factor.

I don't mind the feel but goddamn do they hold some stink.

Beej, when I did marathons I carried 2 extra pair of socks and changed at the 9 and 18 mile marks. Fresh dry socks felt so good, but the risk is that when you sit to change your socks you might not want to get up again. Still happy happy feet with new socks.

Cotton socks will kill your feet at long distances. The best socks are the ones that are two layers of material.