Step right up, folks, to the three-ring circus known as
I'll go first.
1a. Today at work someone told me I had a sense of style. Clearly, they're unaware I walk around town at parades and festivals sporting a crab hat. (Click here if you've not yet seen a picture of that.)
1b. I've always considered my fashion style to be more of the Classic Truck Driver vintage, sans chewing tobacco stains.
1c. After howling with laughter at the sense of style remark, I took inventory of what I was wearing: a ninety-nine-cent pink plastic necklace that was on clearance at Fashion Bug; a shirt, approximately 5 years old, purchased on clearance from Peebles; jeans that I've owned for approximately 8 years held up by a plastic (or is the term "pleather") belt; and relatively new shoes, also likely crafted by the pleather elves, purchased at 75% off (making them approximately $5) from Target. I'm not sure what all this says about my sense of style, but it ought to speak volumes as to how little I invest in my wardrobe.
2. This week Chesapeake Bay Son, who recently obtained his learner's permit, put the car in reverse and went backwards so fast--with nary a glance to see what was behind him - that I thought
3. One of the many things I've been
3b. However, if Chesapeake Bay Son doesn't start glancing into the rear and side view mirrors before gently easing the car into reverse, his mother may well require immediate cardiac attention such that she's considering purchasing one of those portable defibrillators to carry with her at all times.
Now it's your turn. Please share whatever is on your mind, and if you can't think of anything, tell me the three best things that have happened to you this week.