We had a trunk full of dress-up clothes when I was a kid, and I still remember some of the bizarre things it contained. My brother and I got YEARS of enjoyment out of that stuff.

So did I--I think it had some bridesmaid dresses of my moms and I remember this big silly sheet that she apparently used in a belly dance class she took once.

But how is Rose old enough to enjoy dress up?? Isn't she like, a year old?

My neighbor had a box like that. Hers had a lot of 60s mod stuff and some lingerie things that made great princess accessories.

I totally had, and loved, a dress-up trunk! Good one.

Wow, I sure had a deprived childhood.

We had all my Nana's old hats, which were awesome.

The beauty of baby boomer parents is that I think half the ridiculous dress-up stuff I had was actual clothes my mother actually wore in the 60s/70s. I remember a skirt with little mirrors sewn on to it.

Arrrgh. So, I've been emailing with the managing editor of another journal about another freelance job. And the job is mine if I want it. So yesterday I sent an email indicating that yes, I do want it, and what are the next steps to go forward?

The fucking email has been coming back with a permanent "undeliverable" error message for 24 hours now. Should I call him? I don't want him to think I'm a flake.

Yeah, that sounds like a situation where calling is a good idea.

They're 1 hour behind me, so if I assume business hours of 9-5, should I call after 10 or so, since there always seems to be some fire to put out first thing in the morning?

That sounds right.

I can already tell today is going to be aggravating.