Right. Jo and I went out a week or two ago to do some shopping. I got two nice skirt suits for $86. Total. For both suits. I was pretty pleased with myself. They need a little altering, but they're pretty nice. $86! Hah! There was a time that $86 would have sounded like a fortune to me. But alas, those days are past. Anyway, while we were at the mall, we passed by Victoria's Secret. You know... I remember when VS was a classy lingerie shop. A place a girl could go to get pretty panties and bras without dealing with smut. Sometimes it makes a girl feel nice to have pretty undergarments that aren't smutty. Is that so much to ask? Apparently, the American public doesn't agree with me, since I can only assume that VS is responding to market demand when their front end displays consist mostly of things like this. I mean, really, is that necessary? Ew. And OW. Seriously, OUCH. Virtually everything they had on display in the front was from a collection that was clearly undergarments never intended to be worn, but rather, put on just to be taken off. Now, I'm all for sexy underwear to turn on your man. Not that I have any, but that's not the point. My point is that even if I DID want a pair of underwear that consisted of nothing more than a bit of elastic and a string of pearls (I say again, OUCH), I don't think I'd want to do so in front of the window looking out on the oodles of passerby in the mall. Or maybe that's just me. Maybe I've become a prudish old maid. Oh wait, I'm married. Maybe I've become a prudish old married woman. For all I know my husband wants me to buy underwear that is nothing more than a pink fluffy powder puff. To which Jo reacted, "You know, women pay good money to REMOVE the hair from that region, why would they wear that?" I made the mistake of pointing out that the pink fluffy thing was much, um, softer than the typical hair in that region. "So use conditioner!" she said. Argh. I am certain I was beet red. Why do I even go into these stores when I know all I'm going to do is blush, blush, blush, blush blush? Maybe I enjoy amusing Jo. I'm not nearly as prudish as I act. I'm just embarassed to talk openly about certain things. That doesn't make me a prude, that makes me immature. And I'm fine with that. But SHEESH. PEARLS? OUCH.
In other news, my Chia Professor is kicking my boss's Chia Homer and Chia Donkey's asses. I took pictures today that I will post eventually, but I can't upload them here at work, so you'll have to wait. Anyway, the one problem is that I think I might be allergic to him. Isn't that a shame? Seriously, I think that Chia pets are nothing more than alfalfa seeds, so I'm wondering if it's possible to be allergic to sprouts. But I'm sneezing like crazy. Seriously more than usual. Way more than usual. And that's a LOT!
Julian isn't sick anymore which is fantabulous. I'm pretty much not sick anymore which is even more fantabulous. I mean, at least Julian's cute when he's sick, though it's very sad. Me? I'm just whiny and annoying when I'm sick and mostly feel like death. So I'm glad to be on the mend. I'm sorry, however, to have to point out that my boss is uncharacteristically out sick today. Probably because of me. But I blame our client who was the first to have the flu. Then I got it. Now my boss has it. That's no good. I feel bad, because really, he's never sick. On the other hand, now he's getting a taste for how I felt last week so he'll know I wasn't faking it. Then I feel bad for thinking like that. Oh well.
Oh I'm so glad I feel human again!
Seth is going to a convention this weekend. No way in heck I wanted to be there with a one year old. So I'm on my own. I was going to take him to College Park, but I think that I'm going to just stay home. I'm tired and things are never exactly restful there. As much as I want to see my friends, I also am not sure that I can handle Julian all alone there. I'd have to keep a pretty constant eye on him and I'm not sure I'm up for that. Not that I don't have to keep a close eye on him at home, but at least at home I have a pretty good clue what things I need to watch out for. He's pretty predictable at home. And at least at home there's an eruv and I can take a walk with him if it's as nice as it's been all week. I've emailed a nearby friend to see if they'll be around. They've got a son that's a couple months older than Julian (and a couple inches shorter!), so maybe I'll bring Julian over there to play! :) We shall see.
Anywho, that's all for now.