Well, my cowboy boots are 2 years older than my kids, (I got them in New Zealand), so there's that part. And my mom repaired the hood of my Irish sweater, so I am pretty pleased with the longevity of some of my travel purchases.

I don't know why I wanted cowboy boots so badly, but I'm glad I have them.

Pretentious, secretly English, or what?

Higher ed.

A pretention, secretly English higher educator.

Happy Birthday, Dana!

Unfortunately my plan to popularise denim skirts does not seem to have spread like wildfire.

You only think this because you can't see my outfits. I've totally been wearing denim skirts more these days. And getting compliments.

Though, I should confess, baby J noted I was not wearing tights with my skirt yesterday. She doesn't understand that grown up clothes rules are not the same as three year old clothes rules. It should also be noted she was wearing a red and white cowgirl outfit with a shiny silver hat. She looked like an adorable mini-stripper.

I have good black cowboy boots which I never wear anymore. I actually bought them *before* we moved to Wyoming, too.

I just ate a Three Musketeers bar for lunch. I'm thinking a cupcake for dessert, just to be completely decadent.

So, um, massive duh. As I was lying, trying to be mindfully freakedthe fuck out, it occurred to me that I hadn't taken my AD pills this morning. When I opened my pill thingy, I saw that I hadn't taken them in THREE days. Cold turkey off Cymbalta 60mgs - no effing wonder. Starting to feel a little better but oh, the brain zaps, how I hate them.

Hyperthyroidism still possible, but at least today's sudden and massive meltdown has a cause.

I feel stupid for not taking them, and stupider for not realizing, but then again, my brain wasn't functioning correctly so it makes sense that the situation fed on itself.

Going back to bed. I now return you to your regularly scheduled discussion of dress codes. FTR, nice jeans, sandals, showing tattoos, sleeveless okay. No spaghetti strap tank tops, flip flops, faded/holey jeans. If working on campus then long pants, closed toe shoes, and an office logo t-shirt is de rigeur, but that's more of a safety thing.

And msbelle, I am so sorry.

Material culture (i.e. swords) is consumed in this case by being deposited as a grave good. That part is actually the sense-making part of the sentence.

How do you consume a blade? Other than painfully?

You could be a sword swallower. No, I dunno how that works.

I keep staring at the boots page at Zappos. It's alluring. I really think I need a pair of laceup 3/4" heel black boots, and really want cowboy boots.

msbelle, I'm sorry.

And smonster, that'll definitely do it. Glad you figured it out.

ita, if you wear a seven(ish) you can have mine. I never wear them anymore, but they're good ones, so I can't seem to just get rid of them.

dress ... no code

Aw, thanks Amy. But I have almost big feets. No can do.

Hmm. I think there's a decent boot store right near me. I should just close down the Zappos window and hope I have enough energy tomorrow to go look.