HI MISS ALICE ✩

So I am wardrobe attendant for Disney this weekend.
I had no previous knowledge of the show, costumes, timing or cue tracks.
Tonight during quick change a performer came running into the tent and shouted "Zip!" at me.
I unzipped his pants - when I was supposed to zip up his shirt.

Its pretty funny, now that I think.

So, the boys are trying to impress one another by saying tongue twisters to a recording device. I overhear Jericho say, "Peter Piper pecked a pickle"
And because I'm the mature adult in this house, I totally burst into laughter.

I bought a box of Girl Scout cookies outside of the grocery store today, because this little girl followed me with big sad eyes, pleading, "Please!"
It says that these suckers are a whopping 160 calories (70 from fat, 5g of saturated fat) per serving.
SO, I will limit myself to 4 cookies a day, and feel bad for eating them.
I've been trying to get into shape, instead I'm eating tons of candy, ice cream, and cookies. SIGH.

Scott - tu me dois un appel téléphonique lorsque vous avez fini de se masturber.

I've always dressed my babies.
But then last year, Jericho fought with me in the store, because I was going to buy him a gray sweater, and he wanted the bright purple one.
This last summer while clothing shopping, he brought me a pair of red-orange pants, and said, "I like these." I eyed them skeptically, and said, "Try them on."
He did, and you know what, he was right. To my surprise, the orange pants looked good.

I realized then, that children want to wear certain clothes and styles, and I shouldn't stop them - that's part of being young, and I'll allow it to the full extent - while they can still get away with it.
When I was young, I wore all sorts of crazy shit. I'd be a demon to deny this of them.

The boys have decided that they will choose which clothes I buy for them, and dress themselves entirely from now on.
So when Rowan picked out a green shirt with a yellow vest and red stripe socks to wear, I cringed, but didn't argue with him about it.
And this morning, Jericho wore mismatched plaids (they often wear some sort of mismatched plaid or stripe pattern in contrast colours). I said, "Is that what the kids are wearing these days?" He reassured me it would be fine.

Maybe I've just gotten old. I look at some of these fashions and just can't understand why. I was discussing this with my model friend, Laurel, at dinner a few years back.
Drop-crotch harem pants in hot pink leopard print, on a man? We saw these at MAGIC, and mused if they would be popular. She told a tale of the booth next to hers, filled with girls dancing in sequin bras.
I replied, "I don't get it anymore. One day, my kids will walk up to me, in drop-crotch harem pants and sparkly bra tops, and I'll wail, "Jericho, what are you wearing?""

I was so tired, I was putting things in the hamper this morning to wash, and I threw my laundry in the toilet.
In other news, I am on phase 2 of my shoe project.
When I was in highschool, my art teacher said I had an unhealthy preoccupation with glitter. He became so irritated at my obsession with including glitter on my projects, that he often lectured me, stating that glitter would only hold me back as an artist, and could possibly be my downfall. Throughout my years of education, he was far from being the only one who didn't approve.

Well, now I'm producing my most treasured and popular design - a glitter covered shoe - and I have never been so excited over a project. The irony is almost palpable.
What colours would you like to see on a shoe?

FUCK YOU iPhone!! Stop correcting my words! I know what I am spelling, you stoooopid batch.