here's what i *should* be doing...ooma. gah! it drives me crazy. i want a store like this. in the past week i've had 4 women tell me i should open a store for "might possibly be in or nearing middle age" women who do not want to wear frickin' appliqued sweatshirts or talbots. where does the imagination go? does it dry up along with the ovaries? it's maddening.

i saw this really great looking 50 something woman in chicago last year while shopping with my pal alma at urban outfitters. i keep her in my head. she's my aging muse. i wanted to follow her around but i thought the police might then want to follow *me* around.

so...that's where i'm at today. check me later.
quote for the day: s. to the husband, "exactly what about me says comfortable?"

do i sound unhappy to you? someone...who shall remain anonymous...told me that i sound very unhappy in my blog. hmmm. just to set the record straight, i'm a perfectly happy person who occasionally has a bad day. i guess it may be that i write more when i'm unhappy. this is a good place to vent and i do. my life, for the most part, is fairly blissful. great kids and a great husband. great house. great dog. great, great, great.

sometimes my job ain't so great. it's frustrating. i work with some terrific people but the occasional asshole is the one that always gets the attention. i become incredibly frustrated by incompetence...and passive aggresives. we've got a lot of those. my first impulse is to punch them and make them cry. society frowns on this behavior in the professional world. too bad. a little playground justice is just what some organizations need. a little extra hard red rover or a good game of dodge ball.

or, a really painful pull the waistband completely off the underwear wedgey.