Frame of mind

Now it is actually starting to feel like holiday weather. And that puts me in a warm-up drink frame of mind. 

Nope, not coffee this time, well not just coffee at any rate. Make a cup of good, old-fashioned hot cocoa using directions on the cocoa powder can. Then mix equal amounts of hot cocoa and hot coffee. 
Magic... you've got mocha!

Worse than a dressing room full of swimsuits!

Shapewear. Is there anything that is more humbling to try on?

No I say! Not even tugging on a swim suit in the dead of winter when my legs are frog belly white compares to it. At least with a swimming suit you can actually grab your regular size to try.

Not so with shapewear. You've got to go up a minimum of two sizes. And isn't that what we all are just dying to do... try on a garment two sizes larger than we normally wear just to make us look like our normal size but without all those jiggly parts?

God forbid you are one of the innocents that just go one size larger. I guarantee that if you get it pulled over your head you will be stuck with your arms in the air calling for help.

I refuse to even contemplate a thigh slimmer.

I have decided I'm going au naturale, and I don't mean Lady Godivaish. I mean, love the jiggle or look away. It is just not worth the torture.

There, I said it.

It's all in my mind

And so there I was driving alongside her again, the woman in the little grey car. She doesn't really look like my youngest daughter, but the whole thing is just so similar. And I see them almost every morning on my way to work.

Girl with long dark hair driving eco-friendly tiny car. Toddler in the back bouncing in his car seat to some unheard music. Both smiling and laughing and making me miss my two so much it hurts.

Ahh... Portland is miles and days away or I would be stopping in to say hi and hug them both.

Door knob issues

Why yes, there is a knotted towel in place of a door knob in the bath at work. 
Why you ask? Possibly due to the fact that I WAS TRAPPED in there due 
to a faulty door knob? OMG it took 1/2 hour to get me out. 
Thank gosh I wasn't a client :O

My first thought was, no problem, I'll take out the hinge pins. 
A teeny tiny screwdriver the size of a pen was the ONLY tool that would slide under the door so I could remove the hinge pins which were, sadly enough, 
inset into the door moulding which I also had to remove to get at pins 
which were also securely painted in place. 
(just what did the previous owners use this bath as - Fort Knox?) 

BUT with the help of my trusty micro screwdriver and a can of hairspray I was able to defeat the evil door. Oh wait, that would have happened if the door hadn't been too tight for the space so it still had to be kicked it in to get me out. 

And I'm not even getting into how ineffective a can of hairspray is as a hammer. Note to self: Stash small sets of tools in every room!


Oh, and the knotted towel? 
Well of course we removed the broken door handle and no way I was using 

that room for its intended purpose with a golf ball size peep hole.