The Boy’s parents really wanted to see me this past weekend, even though I’m sick, so they came over to take me out to lunch and dropped off a bunch of ski-related crap for us to sift through.
This neon outfit caught my eye, of course.
“That would have been perfect at Burning Man!” I cried. “Let’s keep it–I’ll reconstruct it into a pair of…hot pants.”
That will probably never happen, but even I couldn’t turn down the Gayest Ski Outfit of All Time. So there it is.
I used my car for the camera tripod. Taking photos at night has always been a large pain in my ass. Photographers give me advice but it goes in one ear, out the other. However, I recall and use Stacey‘s advice about using the “flower setting” (macro) for close-ups all the time.
I have been so ridiculously hormonal lately that yesterday just for “fun” I bought a pregnancy test. Buying my first pregnancy test was a surreal experience. I kept expecting the woman behind the counter to say something to me (like what?), but she didn’t say a word. I also felt like everyone in the store was staring at me. Kind of like the “humiliation” you’re supposed to feel buying condoms. I never felt embarrassed while purchasing condoms–I LOVE condoms! However, I felt that way about “Clear Blue Easy”.
I’m not pregnant. Of course. The line was negative. But I just had to know.
“You could be on a deserted island,” said the Boy disgustedly (he’s still watching “Lost”–up to Season 3 now), “With no men around, no possibility of becoming pregnant, and still think you’re pregnant.”
He’s right. I’ve been reading too much information on pregnancy. And I’ve always been susceptible to influence. If I read that the side effects of a medication include the .00005% possibility of a rash, I will develop that rash. It’s just my overactive imagination, not hypochondria. Realllllllly.
Thanks, Kissy for calling me last night in the midst of all this hormonal excess! I now have Urban Decay’s eyeshadow primer on the “wish list” for Sephora that I am going to force onto my husband! Love youuu!