I can't wear turtlenecks. My head is enormous. Like James Van Der Beek. It's like a pumpkin.

What about the ones they make for little kids that snap on the side?

I'm in my standard derby tee and black yoga pants. I need to finish putting groceries away and vacuum the floor.

I waffle. I have learned that not wearing a good bra is a particularly bad idea with me and turtle necks. Not that wearing a not-good bra is ever a great idea if you have notions about such things, but for whatever reason, my girls need to be lifted as perfectly as they can be or, blech. I guess there's not much break in the visual scene but for the boobs in a turtle neck. Even with a necklace. I learned the lesson for real from a picture. Yikes.

I love turtlenecks. My red silk knit one is my absolute favourite. It's soft to the touch and hangs so well. And a great brilliant red.

I am very disappointed in everyone who didn't pink. Very.

One of the questions my sleep psych was insistent on was whether or not I changed out of my sleep clothes. I told her that if I wasn't going out of the house that day, and I had slept in more than my underwear, probably not. And then she was all "You have to leave the house every day. For about 2 hours."

Umm, no?

I am very disappointed in everyone who didn't pink. Very.

The pink bats on my leggings totally count. So do the pink streaks in my hair, right?

Why do you have to leave the house? I've gone whole weekends without leaving the house.

I did take Sara to the bus *in* my sleep clothes yesterday morning, though. With an added sweater and actual shoes.

Signed,

Classiest Mom at the Bus Stop

I don't like turtlenecks, I don't have a huge head (I don't think) but everytime I see my self in turtlenecks all I can think of is I have a Potato Head.

I do like a cowlneck sweater. It shows some of my neck and makes me feel less like a potato head.

I don't think I own any thing pink. Right now I'm wearing grey sweat pants, a purple sweatshirt, with a blue hoodie top under it and an aqua tshirt. For some reason I'm freezing

I think my bread machine is telling me things. Bad things.

Bonus-doesn't sound like it is eating its own motor now. Does sound like it is saying KILL.

For the record, I refuse to take direction from any household appliance. Except maybe the coffeemaker.

I used to love turtlenecks. Now I can't even button the top shirt button--eck.

Nilly! We're good.

Good for Grace's surgery going well.

Pictures of the new glasses, Kathy?

msbelle is the cutest.

I don't think I own anything pink. No, that's a washed-out, faded red. Really. It does have boob pockets, though. As do all my Dean Winchester-type canvas and chamois button-downs. And I do occasionally use them to corral a lost button, a flash drive, a pen cap, a dime. Nothing bigger or heavier than that.

Ok, I'll bite - tell me what's seriously wrong with me.

Exception that proves the rule!

I'm in black and white and red today (b/w houndstooth skirt, black boots, white blouse, red cardigan. No pink, sorry.

My pink polo I'm currently wearing is the only pink thing in my wardrobe, outside of a few pairs of underwear.

I bought a few mock turtlenecks for this winter--with my short neck, mock is the way to go, otherwise a real turtleneck just gets bunched up.

I just ordered a few argyle sweaters and am trying to talk myself out of ordering more. Also trying to avoid buying a corduroy button-up big shirt that I can layer with my mock turtlenecks. I've been getting so cold without my insulation that I need more thick shirts/sweaters than I have in the past.