Riot and Frolic

– a whole new world, like Aladdin sings about, in the bra department.  

Does this qualify as TMI?  Maybe you're one of the male persuasion, or maybe you've been wearing the correct size undergarments for your adult life, BUT I HAVE NOT.  

Last week, I had a little karmic alignment in which I actually read something on the Interwebs (as opposed to "looked at pictures") about finding the right bra size and a friend, who is very similarly shaped, told me her unbelievable story about a bra fitting.  Since the universe seemed game for me to go shopping, I ventured into the nearest VS, grabbed every style of doodads they had in sizes heretofore seeming ridiculous to me, and dove into a dressing room.

Let me tell you, people, the clouds opened up and angels sang and double rainbows shone over the mall.  

In other words, I now possess several brasseries that actually fit the way they are supposed to.  I highly recommend this experience if you haven't already.

– I cut off all my hair.  Well, I'm not bald or anything quite so Britney Spears, but I do not have any hair below the ears and it is great.  Maybe there's still a picture over on the Instagram feed?  If not, I'll tell you more about it later this week.

Of course now I want to go shorter… and blond.  But one thing at a time!

– I ordered The G's 30th birthday gift.  I am basically the best wife ever.

– Zoo insists she can put on her own diaper.  She's trying to do it as I type.  There is a lot of rolling around and giggling involved.  For not being able to talk, I love that her vocabulary consists of indignant full sentences:

• I do it myself!
• Stop it.
• I can  do it.
• I get it. 

How was your week?  Enjoying any summer activities?  What are your plans for the Fourth?  Are you playing hooky all week?