Just when I thought I said all I could say my chick on the side said she's got one on the way.
Okay. No, I'm not pregnant. Tommy has said that for as long as I think "crotch parasite" is hysterical, we aren't allowed to have them. But dear lord, if you haven't added that blog to your list, you should. She makes me laugh so I hard I cry almost everyday.
But in bigger news, I have finally accepted the fact that hot pink is my favorite color.
I know. I know. Who knew?
I mean, I knew I liked to purchase hot pink things, but I always said that it was just because they went with everything (what?!?). I never considered the fact that hot pink might have an edge over brown, or, heaven forbid, gold.
But if I take a moment to really think about it, I own next to zero brown clothes and about eleventy billion hot pink things.
I have a hot pink coat. A hot pink water bottle. I only eat hot pink gum. I'm wearing a hot pink shirt right now. A hot pink gym bag. A hot pink bike. I look like a freaking zit when I leave work wearing my hot pink shirt and coat, my hot pink gym bag, and carrying my hot pink water bottle and my brand-spanking-new hot pink clutch (read: purse/wallet for the men in the room).
It was the purse that put me over the edge and made me realize what a lie I have been living. Paige got one of these semi-recently and I have secretly coveted it ever since. When we were on vacation my coveting-ness grew to proportions so great, that I could wait no longer. To Nordstrom I went.
They had quite an array of colors over which I deliberated for a solid 20 minutes. I finally gave in when I realized that no matter what, I knew I was going to buy the hot pink one...even though my self-respect could get no lower.
So, my fabulous new clutch and I are starting a new life together. Hand in hand.
Hot pink is the new brown.