Yes, that's right. I'm 27 years old and I'm in a time out. See, that's what I think separates adults from children. Children must be told to have a time out after their behaviour has escalated. Adults give themselves a time out before that happens (well, good adults do, Alec Baldwin does not). I won't get into the details, but between finishing up Christmas shopping (which I always want to have done before December 1, but hasn't happened once since Scott and I have been shopping together, not pointing any fingers), and having to do some of it at walmart (again, something I said I would boycott, but still ended up in there), I got into a bad mood. I tried fighting it. I tried taking deep breaths. I lasted as long as it took to get home, and then the minute Scott said something, I was ready to explode. I shooed him away (which took for-freaking-ever) and sat quietly on the couch, with the lights off, and the room silent. I've gone from a boil to a gentle simmer, so I'll consider that progress.
Maybe it's all this blue that's making me blue! Oh, puns. I swear my love of puns has been the only thing that's kept me in my job thus far! I love the idea of this outfit. I can't tell what I think of it in pictures, becuase every time I see my fuzzy hair and think "yup - hoods may be fabulously warm, but they make your hair fabulously frizzy!!