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May. 18th, 2011 06:32 pmSo let's see.
Today I got my wedding attendant's dress. It fits, but may be a bit too big in the bust. (This is not usually an issue for me, how refreshing.) The material is way lighter than I was expecting, which is good in terms of being able to wear it again down here, but will require some undergarments and a sweater, for sure, for the wedding. That said, I could actually use a fancy-schmancy cardigan/wrap sort of thing ... well, I could use an excuse to buy one, anyway. :)
I definitely want to wash and press it before trying it on again, as it's a little stiff right now and could use a good ironing (it's not wrinkled, but the pleats aren't crisp at all). And I need to find out what sort of stairs we're looking at for this loft I'm hearing about, because the black heels I have look cute with the dress, but their four-inch heels are not going to work if I have to climb stairs. (That's me personally; I'm sure other people can climb stairs in four-inch heels.)
Today I also got a phone call from someone apparently pretending to be from a shady collection agency. That's right, some scam artist was trying to snooker my by pretending to be part of a collection agency that's being sued for bad practices. Lovely. Way to go there, buddy. You're living the dream.
The Zweeble spent the day in and out of a giant bucket. It's a container we got to put his toy cars and trucks in, and it's really big. He put the toys in a clothes basket and played in the bucket all day.
Yesterday was his annual checkup, and he is healthy. He's 40lbs and 42 inches tall, which makes him only two feet shorter than I am. He also got three shots and was completely outraged at the injustice of it all. I tried to explain why we get shots, using the example of when I was in second grade and had the chicken pox (you know what makes me feel really old? The chicken pox vaccine), but all that resulted in was his telling me that once upon a time, he had rhinoceros pox.
And now I have to go and clean up while the Zweeble gets a bath. But I will leave you with three ZQOtMonth:
At the grocery store; Scott has just picked him up and put him in the cart because he ran away from us:
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!!! I'M A TEENAGER!!!"
Scott has been playing a video game. Z climbs up into Scott's spot on the couch and grabs the controller.:
Scott: Hey, are you hijacking my game?
Z: I don't know what hijacking is. I just want to play it for a little while.
At the playground, explaining the pretend dinosaur bones on the jungle gym to a little girl:
"This is the Tyrannosaurus rex. He was the biggest living thing ever. He roamed the earth ... in a *day.* Now he is made into plastic."
Today I got my wedding attendant's dress. It fits, but may be a bit too big in the bust. (This is not usually an issue for me, how refreshing.) The material is way lighter than I was expecting, which is good in terms of being able to wear it again down here, but will require some undergarments and a sweater, for sure, for the wedding. That said, I could actually use a fancy-schmancy cardigan/wrap sort of thing ... well, I could use an excuse to buy one, anyway. :)
I definitely want to wash and press it before trying it on again, as it's a little stiff right now and could use a good ironing (it's not wrinkled, but the pleats aren't crisp at all). And I need to find out what sort of stairs we're looking at for this loft I'm hearing about, because the black heels I have look cute with the dress, but their four-inch heels are not going to work if I have to climb stairs. (That's me personally; I'm sure other people can climb stairs in four-inch heels.)
Today I also got a phone call from someone apparently pretending to be from a shady collection agency. That's right, some scam artist was trying to snooker my by pretending to be part of a collection agency that's being sued for bad practices. Lovely. Way to go there, buddy. You're living the dream.
The Zweeble spent the day in and out of a giant bucket. It's a container we got to put his toy cars and trucks in, and it's really big. He put the toys in a clothes basket and played in the bucket all day.
Yesterday was his annual checkup, and he is healthy. He's 40lbs and 42 inches tall, which makes him only two feet shorter than I am. He also got three shots and was completely outraged at the injustice of it all. I tried to explain why we get shots, using the example of when I was in second grade and had the chicken pox (you know what makes me feel really old? The chicken pox vaccine), but all that resulted in was his telling me that once upon a time, he had rhinoceros pox.
And now I have to go and clean up while the Zweeble gets a bath. But I will leave you with three ZQOtMonth:
At the grocery store; Scott has just picked him up and put him in the cart because he ran away from us:
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!!! I'M A TEENAGER!!!"
Scott has been playing a video game. Z climbs up into Scott's spot on the couch and grabs the controller.:
Scott: Hey, are you hijacking my game?
Z: I don't know what hijacking is. I just want to play it for a little while.
At the playground, explaining the pretend dinosaur bones on the jungle gym to a little girl:
"This is the Tyrannosaurus rex. He was the biggest living thing ever. He roamed the earth ... in a *day.* Now he is made into plastic."
