The height of fashion

I pulled a pair of sweatpants out of the drawer that I had apparently not worn for a very long time, because I could feel the elastic cracking and crumbling as I pulled them on. The waistband was soon far too large, and with no elastic spring, they were suddenly eight sizes too big.

What's a girl to do? I suspected the other pants in that drawer were in a similar condition; after all, these were the ones on the top of the pile! But wait -- there was a rubber band. Perhaps that could solve my problems.

I gathered the extra waistband (into a very unflattering silhouette), wrapped the rubber band around the excess and voila! I had pants that fit!

It's absurd and mostly functional (I did have to re-wrap the rubber band two or three times today) and saved me from doing laundry for another day. And luckily, when I forgot I was holding my pants up with a rubber band and went outside anyway, there was no one else around to see me. Success!

A thousand kinds of awesome

I discovered this blog today, about a month after it ended. It's a similar idea to our little Internet-place, though certainly that one was much more disciplined in the author's daily postings, much more universal in its aim and much more widely read. It even spawned books!

But I'm cool with all that (for so many reasons!). Because now that I've found it, I can link you to 1,000 other reasons to smile.

I've only read three or four so far, but I love the combination of seriousness and whimsy. And the fact that so many of them mention farting.

Aaaaand we're back

Getting let out of work early on Friday afternoons.

Strange farmers' market finds -- such as the husk cherry, a fruit a friend said tastes like buttered toast. I'm still not sure that I see it.

Tea at the Ritz, followed by a (touring) Broadway show.

Interesting books. Beach. Cooking. Conversation. Company.

Meaningful moments with friends. Random moments with friends. Being butted off of Twister boards by friends.

Knowing that friends care enough to show up, even with little notice.

Good news. Good food.

Tourists trying to tip a trolley driver because he chatted with them about Asheville (where they're from) and gave them some suggestions about what to do and where to go.

Air conditioning. I contemplated driving around this afternoon, just so I could have it. In the end, the book I was reading won out.

Butt Butt Game

So, today is my birthday. Happiness to begin with.

Andy let me open my bday presents this morning. One of the things that I got is Rayman Raving Rabbids TV Party. The First Video Game you can Play with your BUTT!!!! Yay!!! I am way super crazy excited.