i'll bring the sweatbands

Granted, this is the lazy approach to posting. BUT, emails like these provide insight into how this mind of mine works. Also, let's all just take a brief moment to acknowledge that my friends are incredibly patient people when you consider that they have to put up with obsessions like these:

"...secretly I've been wanting to go on a Richard Simmons cruise. Mostly because I think it'd be hillaaaaaaaarious. The only problem is that I bet said cruise involves significantly more effort and significantly less eating than I'd like. These are only minor details, my friends. Just imagine, the OPPORTUNITY to see Mr. Simmons in his trademark shorts. Is there anything more fantastic in life? I think not. Someday, those shorts will be dipped in bronze and labeled as the 8th world wonder."

I'm so classy

The following conversation took place after some magic that involved layers, masks, and a little sumptin' sumptin that we like to call adjustment filters. Hot.

Sarah: not to be cocky, but I just totally rocked photoshop's world.

Jay: oh yeah?

Sarah: CS3 now feels the need to smoke a cigarette and thank me for a job well done.

Jay: oh wow.

Sarah: that's what it said.

second guessing pre-coffee wardrobe decisions

This morning after noshing a bagel and tossing back about a gallon of coffee, I looked down and thought "hum. I may look a weensy bit like I dressed for the set of a 1980's dance video today.

In my defense, the forecast this morning was 60 degrees and sunny. I had also just finished doing laundry last night which means the options were endless. My creative juices were flowing, the limitations of dirty leggings, pants, underwear, etc. were GONE. I felt unfettered. I also apparently, felt like I could dance on through my life.

And because these situations deserve to be mocked, even at one's own expense, behold the bodaciousness that was the 1980's:

(note the shirt which is ALSO a skirt. Rad)