Our babysitter decided to sprain her ankle and be on crutches for two weeks. I feel bad for her and terrible for me (and actually worse for my kids). All that to say that I'm super behind on my to-do list for the summer. I'll spare you the list in it's entirity, but ->lose 5 pounds and ->find killer outfit that makes me look taller, smarter, and thinner were definately on said list. Before Paul's 20 year class reunion.

Unfortunately, I waited until 2 days before this momentous event to remember my list. Which is why I was running around like a chicken-with-my-head-cutoff Thursday night at the mall. I really, really don't like the mall. It makes me feel about 80 years old because, in my head, I'm all: "oh my", "gracious", "that's unfortunate" about all the clothes, and the teenagers, and the trends. It's all just too much. Where are the simple, flattering outfits I see on "What Not to Wear"? Not there, I tell you.

My MIL, who receives approximately 25 catalogs via US Mail daily, might have it right. I'm pledging internet shopping from here onward. Because then, I can avoid what's been keeping me up at night since my little shopping adventure. The stuff nightmares are made of.....

The jegging. Half jean. Half legging. Totally scary.