Sorry

To any Los Angeles travelers who may have been flight delayed on Monday after 1:30 -

That single, black and blue backpack left unattended held no dangerous fluids or objects, other than skivs with possible skids.

Cameron boarded the plane quite comfortably, thank you, and was not crowded by intrusive baggage under the seat in front of him.

And no, I'm not buying him new clothes to replace the backpack full of clothes he left in terminal 33c.

The Psychology of Pants

Our washing machine has been broken for 5 weeks, so yesterday we took yet another trip the the laundromat. Actually, my husband dropped the kids and me off at the mall while he went to the laundromat (I shouldn't take credit for that, should I?). The weekend before most schools in the area were to start....you know it's going to be crowded at the mall.

So if you want to be schooled in the art of modern fashion, go to the mall. You'll get your education. Used to be that girls were the ones who fussed over "what to wear today" - but clearly, there's a movement on the rise for boys' pants not to be. On the rise, I mean.

Okay so granted, with the rap movement came low riders, I get it. But folks, we have moved on to a whole new statement - the boys are now donning Colored Straight Leg Very Tight Jeans (red, green, puce, etc) Cinched Around Just Below The Butt Cheek Line With A Phat Belt, With The Bottom Of The Shirt Just above the Bootie Crack with (thank goodness) Boxers In The Middle.

Yes, folks. We're getting to the bottom of things, and it's not pretty.

I offered my kids a $20 to approach any butt baring bad boy and whisper to them that we can see their bottoms. Now mind you my kids are money hungry, and will sit out on a street corner for an entire Saturday selling (or not selling, as it were) soda crackers and fruit punch, but they refused my generous offer. I asked them what they would give me if I would drop my pants around my ankles and approach said pack of boys and ask them 'whazzup.' My children started to cry.

All I gotta say is, if I ever see my kids' underwear it had better be at the laundromat. Not at the mall.

Organize This

Yesterday I went over to a friend's home to help her clean - she's "supposed" to be taking it easy after surgery. How depressing is it to clean someone's house that is cleaner than yours on a "good" day? My job was to vacuum, which took me upstairs to the master bedroom. I nearly passed out at the sight of the closet - clothes organized and hanging in groups of color. Ten black shirts, followed by ten red shirts, followed by ten cream colored shirts - you get the picture. Fast forward to night time as I'm taking off my day's accoutrements and tossing them on the top of the pile on the floor. Definitely not alphabetized.

I'm inspired now, though - so I dump out my top drawer in the bathroom and replace the shelf paper with clean, fresh, new, bright shelf paper. Ahhh. All is well, only 25 more to go. I think I'll update my blog instead.