It doesn't sound like something I've never heard before, but it isn't something I'd say.

I am wearing open-toed sandals and a sleeveless top to work. Feels scandalous.

We've got a high of 81° today, I may be able to do something besides try not to melt after work. Kind of excited to find out what that might be.

ETA: also earrings, but that does not feel scandalous, more like finally remembering something i am supposed to do bt usually don't manage

Also also pants, but that is in no way remarkable and mentioned only for completeness sake.

After yesterday, I ended up sleeping like a baby all through the night. I mean, I still woke up every few hours, but I went back to sleep.

Google suggests it's not just my family, but also not that common and no one quite knows why people say it. So there you go.

Slightly more comforting than "virtue is its own reward" I suppose.

Is that where the book Jewel in the Crown comes from?

A family in my neighborhood is moving, and one of the parents keeps posting the most hilarious listings for free stuff at the curb -- this has been going on for weeks -- and here is the baby gate post:

Too bad you let your child watch television. Now he's gone postal at the playground, slinging feces at the other children and screaming obscenities: "YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF F&@*$@ING ELMOS!" At night he sneaks out of his crib to slash Prius tires. All this is just a taste of a screentime-induced future of felonies. But how will prison affect his self-esteem? Good news: now you can provide him with the confidence he'll need to shine during incarceration by giving him his first prison experience in the comfort of your own home with these FREE wooden (natural!) baby gates. Also useful for corralling a husband, or at least for gently letting him know that now is not a good time.

That is amazing, Sparky.

Is that where the book Jewel in the Crown comes from?

I think that's a crown jewels thing? India is the jewel in the crown that is the British Empire?

I think this one is my favorite so far:

A drying rack that looks like grass! What will they think of next?

I know, I know, it looked so precious in that cute little shop just off Dupont Circle, that brisk Spring night last year when you and Robert casually window-shopped for your child-to-be after a wonderful meal for two at Little Serow. ("There's no reason being a parent means we have change our lifestyle!")

Now, the beautiful rack rests on your reclaimed countertop, a monument to your excellent design sensibility, nestled amidst your impressive array of self-conscious kitchen paraphernalia that broadcasts to all your dinner guests: "I went to college". Nearby, a half-read New Yorker lies open to an article that references a TED talk that references an NPR piece on tidal energy that you'll surely want to bring up at the next Ladies' Night (though you'll probably just end up talking about kids and periods again). The baby, cocooned in something Scandinavian, is fast asleep. Life is good.

But there is a storm brewing. After a couple weeks of drip-drying bottles once filled with your Pinot-tainted breastmilk, real mold begins to grow between the fake grass blades. Despite your best efforts with organic fantasy cleaners from the co-op and a high end not-purchased-at-Home-Depot dishwasher, the mildew continues to grow to toxic levels. The baby is weak, your skin is itchy, and Robert, poor Robert, has begun menstruating. Evil thoughts of bleach and ecological devastation fill your mind, or worse, you may have to get a new wire dishrack from Ta---[don't say it].

That's a blog waiting to happen.

In hippie hypocrisy news, I just realized that the drink I got yesterday from the local crunchy granola Tropical Smoothie came in a styrofoam cup instead of paper.