I probably have 50 pairs of underwear, but I always wear the same pairs (I wash them in between - don't worry).  So this morning I couldn't find a pair I wanted to wear and I am digging through my drawer - too big, too small, pretty to look at, not fit for street wear, until I finally settled.  A day in the wrong underwear just sucks.

So I sauntered down the hall to check on the girls, and Grace is wearing a white ballet leotard and a peasant skirt.  When I expressed my concern over the leotard, and politely asked her to change, she was, shall we say, resistant.  So I got resistant back and firmly explained that she couldn't go to the bathroom all day if she wore a leotard to school, at which point she explained that she doesn't go to the bathroom at school anymore.  I said no, so she said then she wasn't wearing anything at all.  I told her then she might want a sweater since she would be cold in just her underwear and on and on and on.  We went through several other iterations of the same argument until she ended up in the only pair of clean jeans she had, a white undershirt, and a size 4 sleeveless blue terrycloth swim cover up that zips up the front. Hey, it was better than the leotard. I just don't know how she got so particular about what she wears.

You think "She's crazy", I think "Time to do laundry".

Can't get enough of Macy Grey, $5 to anyone who can tell me what the heck "frendin'" is. (Check out the lyrics - "I play it cool but I'm frendin").