Juicy Therapy

Guilt.

Icky feeling.

Completely overridden by the joy of a successful shopping trip. I had to pick up some Kiehl's lip stuff, some Aveda shampoo (I hugged Amber a few weeks ago and held her hostage until she figured out what kind of shampoo she had used that day) and some jeans that fit.

Here's the good news - I bought a pair of size six (long) jeans from American Eagle. Their corporate philosophy seems to be, "Ew, you have curves - get out." So I've never been able to button or zip anything from American Eagle in even close to my size - I'd have to buy two sizes larger, and then they'd fit weird. So I had firmly adopted a "Screw AE" philosophy. But I figured with the weight loss I'd give them a shot and now...ha HA! So I bought American Eagle jeans. Good day.

Better yet, I stumbled onto a Juicy Couture sale rack. And I bought the cutest pair of comfy velour pants...in a SMALL!!! That's right, a SMALL. And not just because I struggled - because the mediums were too big! Of course, as soon as I'm back on solid food, they may not fit any more.....

So I stumbled across someone today with the name Ragina. Is that pronounced "Regina"? Honestly, why would you give a child a name that's one letter off from Vagina? Could it possibly have truly not occurred to these people that there would be some level of playground hazing?

Ray and Lynn both have blogs now! I'm sensing a desire to keep them relatively private, so I won't post links - but I'm glad I get more insight into that family - very cool people.

I think Little Bit found some Ecstasy in my backyard. I have no idea why there would be Ecstasy in my backyard, unless T-Bone dropped it there, or threw it over the fence to avoid prosecution, but she came into the house today, threw up on the carpet (she NEVER throws up), and spent the next two hours licking her lips incessantly and acting even more hyper than normal for her (which is ridiculously and exhaustingly hyperactive). She seems fine now though...bizarre.

I love it when you commit to a project, then completely forget all about it. I got a "hey, let's have a rehearsal" email today that came as a total surprise. I'm terribly excited about it - I checked out the poster, and turns out it's a $50 a person shindig Bay Street is having as a fundraiser. I gotta say that I feel pretty blessed (and a bit terrified) to be part of something that people have to pay that much money for. Hell, even if I'm "Girl Number Two" in a $50-per-person show, it's still pretty neat. And I appear to be in excellent company. (Here's hoping it doesn't fall through or I don't get dismissed, since I've already posted here about it....)