Seriously?

Wow. I certainly hope this runway trend (Isaac Mitzrahi via Jezebel) doesn't catch on. And if it does, and I for some reason lose all sense and try to follow it, I certainly hope my ladyfriends will set a gal straight.

Anyway, life has been pretty quiet at the house with the blue door. I received a new washer for Christmas from D and as soon as we had it installed properly, the dryer, in a fit of jealousy, refused to function. I cajoled it a bit, and now it works - but only if I have a bungee cord keeping the door closed. If not, it pops open and spits out clothing. And yes, the bungee cord isn't the brightest idea out there and yes, it has snapped off and hurt my hand. Thank you for your concern. The feisty dryer will be replaced, just as soon as we get our tax refund back. And friends, I would just like to say that if you are in a situation in which you (a) work full-time, (b) go to school at least part-time, and (c) have two kids, the government gives you quite a few breaks.

So... I'm taking a trip pretty soon. I'm going to Cancun. And there was much gnashing of teeth and pouting on my part (long story: short version is that I wanted A to come with and the parents paying for the trip said no, essentially) but I have calmed down and am actually looking forward to some time away from les enfants. Not that I don't love and adore both of them, but waking at the ass-crack of dawn and demanding food and diaper changes can be a bit much to handle at times. D is staying home with the midgets (cue evil laugh here) and I'll have a condo all to myself with TWO BATHROOMS. I think I'll use them both, just because I can. But this trip brings up an unpleasant prospect: my wobbly bits in a bathing suit. I have a suit that I still wear, but it's a maternity suit and the bottoms don't really stay on and the top tends to balloon out as soon as I get into the water. So, I'm looking at a few things. Let me know what you think.
Option 1: a la Miranda in the Sex and the City movie. Covers all pertinent areas, cool retro vibe.

Option 2: Sporty, basic, racerback tank.

















Option 3: Something in a print <shudder> that is inexpensive.

Sorry the pics are so huge. (and, after having previewed the post, wonky.)

If only...

Yeah, it's a T-Mobile ad. But what a cool way to start the morning.

Snow!

After a truly hectic week, we are at last snuggled down comfy cozy in our own house. Why would we be out of our house, you ask? Well, let me tell you. A terrible winter storm just attacked Kentucky with absolutely no provocation. There was snow, there was a copious amount of ice covering everything, and as a result, all the trees broke and/or fell over, landing on the power lines. Now, we had a windstorm back in September where we didn't have power FOR TEN DAYS. That was not cool by any stretch of the imagination, but at least it was warm, and it's a lot cooler hanging out without power when you can open all the windows and doors and entertain the children by going outside. When it's approximately 20 degrees out, the house cools very quickly to about 47 degrees, and it's not a suitable environment for children. (ok, not really a suitable environment for adults, either, but D and I probably could have survived with sweaters and blankets and socks.) And I'll spare you the (obviously fascinating but nonetheless interminable) details, but I will say that the tale involves two adjoining hotel rooms occupied by our family of 4 plus my mother and stepfather, in the only hotel in Louisville that allows pets, followed by a two-night stay at the house of a dear friend (nay, saint!) with the most freakish-looking dog I have ever seen. Then our power came back on, and we had to deal with (a) a smelly refrigerator, (b) the residue left from frantically packing clothes (and all the crap you need for a baby) for an undetermined time period in about 20 minutes and (c) finally digging my car out from under the pile of snow and ice.

Then, when everything had settled down, it snowed. Again.

But it was not bad at all, light and fluffy, the kind of snow that's pleasant. Lil' Puddin' Tater agreed with me, though: We're all sick of snow. (but not of Rosemary Clooney!)