You need to do like Sara,
I wanna be Sara when I grow up. I'm horrible about planning clothing.
13 year old boy version of this is trowing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, mom kicking him back to put on clean jeans, putting on socks and shoes, then standing just outside the front door to gauge the weather. It has to be actively raining or snowing for him to grab anything heavier than a sweatshirt.
Oh, it's true, sj. I'm really not complaining. But every once in a while she'll lose her little mind and want to pick out Monday's clothes for school on, like, Friday afternoon. Take a pill, kid.
I would like to put Sara in charge of my outfit planning, please.
I would like to put Sara in charge of my outfit planning, please.
You should see her if I bring her shopping with me. "I think this would look lovely on you, Mommy," she says as she pulls out, like, a sequined tube top. It's hysterical.
I wish the Universe would lay off for a bit. We lost a cousin suddenly last night. He was 50. Died in his sleep. My sister who was closest to him is a wreck this morning. Mom's still in the hospital and not sure when she's going to get out.
I'm going to have to go to Indiana soon.
I am so sorry, Cashmere. I hope the Universe eases up on you soon.
{{{Cashmere}}} I'm sorry for your loss. Quick recovery~ma to your mother and stress~ma to you and yours.
That's horrible, Cashmere. Very sorry for your loss.
Is May the new March or something? Was there a memo?