I watched Lost tonight and cried. I'm very, very sorry for you if you don't watch it. It's the best show I've EVER seen on television. The writing is phenomenal. Check it out.
I've been reading some fashion blogs lately. I have even considering doing one of my own, except that it's extremely intimidating to think of actually chronicling my own style. And what about the days when I throw on ancient cargo shorts and a Camp Cornerstone t-shirt because I don't feel like showering? That's more often than I care to admit. However, I do love to find great deals (found two adorable shirts at the thrift store today for about $3 a piece, a pair of brand new Nine West pointy-toe, kitten-heel mules for $6, and a cute black purse for $5) and I love to help people find their confidence in wearing something they normally wouldn't think to wear. Maybe I'll just keep one blog and not feel like I have a project to do everyday. I get some great ideas from here and here. Something new I've been thinking about just this year is getting things altered. I've never even considered doing that before. Today I took a black Laura Ashley mock turtleneck jersey dress that I thrifted in 2004 to the taylor to have it shortened from ankle-length to calf-length to make it more modern. I'm excited about the turnout. The first pair of pants I took to J.Li (the drycleaner/taylor down the road a bit) were a pair of classic khaki dress pants with wide legs and a lovely cuff that Rachel's mother, Yvonne, gave to me a few years ago. They were soooo long, but I couldn't bear to part with them because they were so pretty. I kept thinking, I should just get these shortened but it will be SO expensive. And it WAS $9 (which is more than I thought it would be), but now I wear them. So, I paid $9 for a pair of pants. And I love them. Anyway, that's that. Tomorrow take what you need to take to the taylor and see what he can do. It's a great way to increase what you've already got without spending extra money on new stuff.
We heard back from the realtor today in Mississippi. We did not hear that they would accept our offer, but that the bank was going to recheck the house to survey the damage, which the realtor was taking as a hopeful sign that they may accept the offer. It's just taking a bit. Somebody told me that foreclosures take FOREVER. We need to keep the ball rolling.
I've had two strawberry milkshakes from Chic-Fil-A in the past two weeks. Do you know how many calories are in a milkshake from Chic-Fil-A? I won't tell you. It's pretty bad. But they are SO good. And I did ask if they were going to reinstate the Chocolate Mint Cookies and Cream milkshakes they had last summer. No deal. Which I guess is good because they are simply the best shakes in the whole world. And they're huge. And I could drink a whole one by myself. I'm drooling thinking about it. Yummy. I need to drink some water.
I'm THINKING about breaking open my spring-summer Rubbermaid box. However, that means it will be freezing for two weeks afterward. That's what always happens. I'm aching to wear open-toe wedges with a lovely floral skirt. Soon. Maybe. I'm guessing I'll still have time to wear the black jersey dress I'm having altered with boots before I put it away until next fall. I cannot imagine living in a colder climate. Especially since I'm the midst of spring in lovely Alabama. Quinn and I went to Maine for our honeymoon in May of '99, and it was still very chilly and the trees were just starting to bloom. A southern winter is about all I can handle.
Silas had his dentist appointment today to remove the bad tooth. He was a trooper and I cried a bit. Thank goodness Daddy was there. Dr. Redmond told me that I should probably leave the room. And I gladly ran out before they started digging. Silas was a trooper. He never fussed and the only time he cried was when I put him in the car and he told me his mouth felt funny. He wanted to put a brave face on for Daddy and Dr. Redmond. Poor buddy. After the anesthesia wore off, he was COMPLETELY fine. He has not complained about it all day. He does not get his pain tolerance from me, that's for sure.
Going to bed now, folks. My eyes are struggling to stay open. Night, night!