Last summer I said "To hell with it" and began wearing tank tops. It's hot here. I need air flow. The world may gaze in horror on my fat arms to its contents

Look on my arm flab, you skinny, and despair!

FUCK YEAH. My giant hams of upper arms are on display probably 5 of 7 days once we are in the April-October zone. Sleeveless dresses in the heat and humidity are sent from the heavens and I now own like a dozen of them and wear the hell out of them for work and play. (OMG, I just bought this dress from Voluptuous Vixen and I looooove it)

I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who ever gave a shit about what my naked arms looked like, and now I don't care.

I wear a lot more fun stuff now that I don't feel like I need to cover my fat in repentant yards of clothing.

Stayed up too late and even in my dark, cool bedroom, couldn't sleep past 7. Hell, I woke up first at 6. Cats didn't help, but did remain annoying only by trying to sneak in cuddles once they found me stirring.

Alrighty then.

That is a fabulous dress, Nora. Totally with you on the arms. Tropical climate requires breathable fabrics and minimal amounts thereof.

Good morning, sarameg. Yeah, I think I will sleep in when I am up late, but it doesn't happen.

Yeah, more coffee now.

My city is on a boil water decree last I heard. Of course I found that out after I thought I had food poisoning. I guess to be careful I will just use bottled water in the coffee pot.

Uhg, Laura.

Dog got off leash outside and into it with another dog. Of course, I learned that was after I heard screaming and so ran out in my bathrobe with the phone, prepared to call 911. Luckily, the owners are working it out, and the victim dog isn't badly hurt, exchanging numbers, etc. Unfortunately, the aggressor dog is a pit, and a nursing one at that, so I don't see this ending well. I really really wish people who get pits with the best of intentions around here would fully train/restrain them.

I think Jilli could charge more than absinthe for a service like that.

I have a style in my brain that my body can't support.

Ugh, it's so beautiful outside, and I'm supposed to be cleaning house, and all I'm doing is sitting on my ass! So neither enjoying the weather NOR taking care of business.

FINE. I have vacuumed and put the first load of laundry in.

I need to get dressed, do the dishes, and take out the trash. Which I will get to, any minute now. Any minute.

ita ! is a bona fide genius. Wow.

repentant yards of clothing.

That is a wonderfully evocative phrase. Man, it was such a revelation to me to cast off (mostly) that inner critic and just say FUCKIT, I'm wearing what I want.

OMG, I just bought this dress from Voluptuous Vixen and I looooove it

Gorgeous! I need more casual summer dresses, mine are mostly too dressy.

I have a style in my brain that my body can't support.

I have a style in my head that my laziness can't support. Okay, more like twenty styles I'd like to rock, but the point is I mostly stay generic and easy.

Which I will get to, any minute now. Any minute.

This is also when I will do my yardwork and then set to dealing with the mound o' paperwork and craft supplies I hauled out of my study.