I have been so, so good.
I have been so, so good.
Last week I said goodbye to an old friend, my five-year-old pink Ugg slippers.
This is a small glimpse of them, taken last year while watching, I think, an epic rerun of “Fantasy Island.”
My brother-in-law brought these back from Australia for me as a Christmas gift, and man, did they see some use.
I strongly dislike being barefoot due to multiple toe stubbing/breaking incidents over the years, as well as the fact that I just don’t like having dirty feet.
Slippers are always nearby.
What I liked about this Ugg pair:
About that sturdy bottom: it also was patterned with an intricate design, a feature that proved to be a big problem when I accidentally stepped into dog poop last week.
Yep. Glamorous me, back again.
And not only did I make the initial step, I didn’t notice the problem until about three steps later when that intricate design basically turned into the world’s worst rubber stamp on our floor.
After gagging and clean up of the floor, I inspected the slippers. The pattern was so delicate that it would have required something as fine as a pin to clean out all the grooves. When I noticed a big hole in the left toe (how had I missed that?), the decision was clear: the slippers were getting tossed.
Which meant it was time to shop for new ones.
I decided to stick with Uggs and couldn’t believe my luck when I found this adorable pair on sale:
These are currently half price at Ugg. I ordered them even though the site said they are backordered, although the expected ship date is in a few days so I am not worried.
And good news: the pattern on the bottom seems easier to clean, although I hope I never find that out the hard way.
Recycled photo from last year, but I still love Trixie as the Notorious R.B.G.
My excessive commuting is fast coming to an end (Hooray!), but I’ve had lots of time – and thousands of miles – in the past six months to drive, contemplate life, fret over uncertainty, worry about Anything and Everything, plan vacations and listen to podcasts.
Lots and lots of podcasts.
Here are some suggestions, if you’re so inclined:
This isn’t exactly a Valentine’s Day-related post, but this made my heart swell on multiple levels.
Last week Trixie created a doll store from a cardboard box.
Welcome to Glam, ladies and gents!
I love her creativity, especially the wall displays (catalog images) and the cash register (??) made of legos bricks. The counter is stocked with accessories. This is *exactly* the kind of thing I would have made when I was her age. Heart.
Spouse created an elaborate backstory for Glam, namely that it’s such an exclusive boutique that it’s appointment only.
Late in the week, he sent me this text:
Made me laugh. So much love.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Friends!
A couple of weeks ago, Trixie started asking us to play a game called “This Disney Character.”
The game is simple: one person gives clues to the identity of a Disney character and the others guess. The person who gets it right does the clues for the next round.
Sample: This Disney Character is a snowman who loves summer.
Please don’t make me answer that one for you.
However, last week the game took a dark turn.
She’s more like a mid-90s Courtney Love forced to meet a parole officer in the A.M.
Last week the two of us were alone in the kitchen and the usual morning scramble to get out the door was in full swing.
I can’t even recall the precipitating incident, but all of sudden she snarled, “This Disney character is chubby, sweaty, stinky and is standing next to the sink!”
Ok, I *was* next to the sink, but really, the rest of that is not true.
(Is it? Sniff. My self esteem is destroyed by a six year old).
Once I recovered I was able to come back with one for her:
This Disney character is about to lose iPad privileges for the rest of her life.
It only took one guess.
MGM’s (8) third grade teacher recently asked me to come and speak to his class, since they were studying a unit on the human body.
My immediate response, “You know I’m a gynecologist, right?”
We finally settled on a talk entitled “How babies are different from us,” with emphasis on an in utero baby, a.k.a. a fetus.
What we covered:
The floor was also open to questions. Conservatively speaking, one kid alone asked about 80. He was so into it!
MGM repeatedly asked if he could use my laser pointer.
And while you might expect inevitable questions resulting in inflammatory emails from other parents about how a baby got there in the first place, it never came up.
P.S. If you would ever like to practice your stand-up comedy skills, I highly advise a test audience of third graders.