Toddson, I have a couple of fantastic books devoted to Stewardesses and all of their different looks throughout the eras. Again, Pan Am was the first to have in-flight service, in the 1930s-- hiring nurses so that passengers would feel a sense of safety. The visionary qualities of Juan Trippe and Howard Hughes never fail to amaze me. The possibilities of the might have beens if Howard hadn't been so completely nuts just boggle the mind. He and Trippe really did bring the best/worst out in each other for quite a long time.

Why is it that when I find a pair of pants that fit my hips, ass and legs, they squeeze my stomach and make me look like a stuffed sausage around the middle?

When I buy a pair the fit my waist, they sag in the ass, they fall off my hips and are often waaaay too long for my stubby legs.

Fuck.

t /pants agnst

mac just called - his school chior concert was moved from tomorrow night to monday night. we have never received a notice or handout about this concert, stupid school. I called to confirm the change and complain about the lack of printed notice. Am I crazy to think that it is a lot to expect of a 2nd grader to get time, location, special instructions about dress - all correctly passed on to a parent? And 1 night notice on a change?!?!? I get that it is predicted to snow/wintery mix tomorrow, still pissed.

Cash, Boston Proper is now selling black jersey pants built-in with Spanx. I may actually give them a shot, even though dress slacks and I have a long and sordid history.

Am I crazy to think that it is a lot to expect of a 2nd grader to get time, location, special instructions about dress - all correctly passed on to a parent? And 1 night notice on a change?!?!?

No, I don't think you're crazy at all.

On the other hand, when I was a teacher, I had to give a week's notice on anything I wanted printed/copied to hand out to students. Depending on your school's budget, the teacher might not have been able to send a printed notice in this time frame.

So sleeeeppppyyyyyy...

The hurry part is happening. I want to kill people. It's bad.

I'm going home in an hour. I don't want to kill people, but I do want to go home and just veg and play with my cat.

I could go and kill people for sarameg, though--that'll liven things up here!

it's 5, you and I should both leave work.

the schedule for the next 5 nights is all screwed up now. I need calm and patience. My roll with it can be accessed, but mac's? I'm not so sure.

And we've hit another wait.

Jesus.

These people do not know the meaning of last, final or deadline.

I've got so fucking much to do tomorrow and now I can't do anymore today.