Today, I......

...worked out,


went to the bank, and the library, paid bills and sent some invoices,

liberated my butt crack,


(yes mom, that's my underwear - it's clean though!)

knit a row on my Icarus


(the progress is impressive, let me tell you...),

read blogs,

shopped for jewelry,

watered the orchids,


(four new bud spikes are coming up - this should give me months of blog material - if you'll kindly note the comments section),

started the blocking process on the red lace,


and

washed the dog



twice.

Apparently our model was unsatisfied with the wash and style I gave her. I feel she looks best with a "clean, pretty, natural" look - she prefers the "grungy chic" look, which she achieves with the liberal use of product.


(someone around here is taking the term "molding mud" a little too literally)

However, since I am her mother, I told her that she was not allowed to go out looking like a common tramp and that she'd better get that crap washed off her face before her stepfather got home. She told me that I was dorky and that all the kids were wearing this style and that I never understood her or let her have her way and she was thinking about running away.

I told her to watch her mouth and get inside. She's in the living room sulking right now.