The monsoons of summer have finally abated, and we’ve been blessed with some amazingly gorgeous fall days. Sun, cool temps and enough wind to shake the yellow leaves off the popples. It’s gorgeous. If only it weren’t such a short season!
I made a shopping trip to the big city last Thursday in conjunction with my annual check-in with my shrink. She said that I’m “amazing”. Have I mentioned that I L-O-V-E her? ;) There are two other things that stick out in my mind from the day as well. First, this in the grocery aisles at Target:
Seriously? WHY, on god’s green earth, would ANYONE put that into the mouth of their child? I mean, it’s not even the issue that this is NOT “food” . . . but that much dye?! And the sugar! The “best scenario” I can think of would be inviting over the child of your worst enemy, filling them up with this “cake” and then sending them directly home . . . but giving it to anyone you actually CARE ABOUT? Crazy. As a cuckoo bird.
Here was my other blog-worthy (and I use the term “worthy” extremely loosely here) moment. I’ve needed new bras DES-perately. My bras look like they belong to an old married woman divorced 4 years who’s not yet gone on a single date! (Oh . . . wait . . . .) But you get the picture. ANYWAY, here’s a little visual for all you women out there who are much younger (in spirit / at heart) than your bodies suggest: you know you’re over-the-hill / past your prime / old / (insert favorite derogatory adjective here) when you realize that you are trying to tuck not the side of your breast into the bra you’re trying on – but your ARMPIT FAT!