I love that they thought the Mohawks would make them look tough

And they looked like Alfalfa in the shot. :D

I stop reading your profile when...

I read the phrase

"I'm kind of an enlightened caveman."

Because kind of negates enlightened. And all I'm left with is caveman.

Today's reassuring thought

According to pretty much anybody I've ever talked to, EVERY family has a crazy, mean, fucked-up uncle.

Not just mine.

Somehow, that's a relief.

Today's pointless rage

Reading this book will make you rageful enough. But the REAL kicker is when you open the book and realize that the three parts of the book are NOT IN THE SAME ORDER as the title.

The pressures of being good

Being a good daughter to parents living and dead and being a good granddaughter and doing all of the right things.

That pressure is nearly insurmountable.

I hate feeling like I'm disappointing someone. Living or dead.

sigh.

No apologies

Too many people (many of them women) say I'm sorry when they mean Excuse me.

And I think the words we speak can cast a spell on us. 

And then we start apologizing for everything. Whether it's necessary or not.

Make a concerted effort to say Excuse me when you mean Excuse me. It'll impact your whole day.

And then it'll impact your outlook.

And then it'll impact your life.

I so dearly wish this was true

I wish stupidity and height were connected. All you'd have to do is see someone standing up and you'd know exactly what the situation was.

Mental giants are giants.

Mental midgets are... not giants.

And all of the rest of us would fall somewhere in between. 

It would clear everything up so quickly and easily. In person, at least.

The Internet would still be full of liars of all shapes and sizes. It would be a step in the right direction. 

A girl can dream.

I also wish stupidity hurt (the stupid person).

A hipster's wet dream

It's a hashtag sweater at a thrift store.

Weird update

Pink Minnie Mouse Coffee Mug Dealbreaker Boy emailed me at about 1:00 this morning.

A quick synopsis. 

"Sorry for the late response... Grad school is kicking my butt.... Happy belated birthday... If I missed your birthday, at least I'm cannon fodder for a story about the dork who missed your birthday..."

A few thoughts:

• "Late response" is putting it mildly. I think it's been over a month. I'm guessing there was a mini-relationship in there somewhere.
• I went to grad school too. And when I wanted to chat with someone, I made time for it. :)
• Belated birthday? Whuck? My birthday is in September. And I never spoke to him about it, which makes me think he's got me mixed up with some other woman. 
• He's mistaken about the missed-birthday cannon fodder. He's clearly Pink Minnie Mouse Coffee Mug Dealbreaker cannon fodder. :)

Weird. All of it.

Well, that wasn't very nice.

I took today off to get things done. Dr appointment, haircut (they straightened it--ugh), etc. 

I stopped in to Macy's with my mom to check out their end-of-season sales. Discounts were deep. 

I should explain that, at sales racks, some women are scarily territorial. They'll throw elbows. They'll block aisles. It's really quite silly. 

One woman in particular had her purse on the floor in the middle of the aisle and had her own coat and things she'd chosen for herself splayed all over the racks. 

I tried to move some of her stuff so I could see the items on the racks underneath. 

"Those are mine," she snapped. And then, looking me up and down with a smirk, she said "These are all size small anyway."

Niiiiiiiice. 

So I left that rack to small people with small minds and went over to the big fat happy rack. :)

Sheesh. Must be miserable to be someone like her.