Lest you think all I do is stroke my beard and contemplate my own fascinating inner workings (both physical and mental...though I'm a materialist, in the philosophical, not the Madonna sense, so believe the mental IS the physical), here's some totally non-intellectual foddder. And if you're like I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID COOKIES RIGHT NOW, I quite understand.
favorite site (JC, have you ever seen this site? Their logo looks just like Milo!) though they didn't have my size. But google led me to another site that Bionic Baby Mama recently turned me on to. The interwebs is so small, y'all! They arrived yesterday and are comfy and cute, particularly if you ignore my skinny, bruised, hideous legs. Now all that remains is to find the perfect accompanying frock.
Also, NEW YOU CAN'T USE AND DON'T CARE ABOUT. 1. Everything you guys write makes me cry, so I think maybe I'm having some real lady hormones again! Or else I've become very invested in what's going on in your lives. It could happen. 2. With a few exceptions (like while laundry is being done) I've been wearing Mr. Bunny's pyjama shirt for two weeks straight. I'm not sure I'll be able to tolerate human clothing ever again. Though I guess I'll have to, as it's a little risqué for teaching, and, more important, my new shoes don't go.