mom, am i retarded?

my mom came running into the kitchen this morning saying, did you know that the inauguration is on thursday? is that why you're going to DC? mom! i'm not retarded! i have to say, i did not know that the two (my trip and the celebration of the victory of popular retardation) coincided until about a week or two ago. hopefully my presence there will make it slightly less of a shitty day?

about that. i had a dream this morning about going to DC in which appeared DCB1. he and his roommate came to pick me up, we drove there, but i still had to catch my flight out of o'hare and anyway, i had forgotten to bring clothes, so they drove me back.

and yesterday i was not successful in finding clothes. but i did come home with two awesome accessories. one is this clutch - made of snakeskin but not in a biker kind of way. the other are these pointy-toed spikey-heeled shoes - they are blue. i still don' t know if i'm going to keep them because what do they match?

finally i must mention that i got ALMOST everything i wanted for my birthday - the gym membership is good for four months. and i got a gift cert for trainers. so TOMORROW i will start toning these extra eight pounds (yes i weighed myself last night - my winter fattening up has left me eight pounds heavier. hopefully i won't be so cold?). just kidding - i will probably do pilates and then sit in the jacuzzi.