Just Another Day In Suburbia

Okay, so once again, I am jazzed up today. What is going on!? I did yoga this a.m. and then we hit Starbucks, where I will share a funny story at the end of this post. I am switching things around at Starbucks and am slurping up a nonfatpeppermintmochanowhip, getting into the fall spirit, even though the pumpkin spice lattes are more fall and the peppermint mochas are more winter. Yesterday, I EVEN put up the few Halloween decorations we have, and I've gotten compliments from neighbors about how cute it looks and it's all just crap!

If you know me, or even if you don't, you'll know I am not one of those 'decorate-every-crevasse-in-the-house' kinda gals. Takes too much effort, takes up too much space. But the few things we have, like the large black hanging spider, and the mesh pumpkin signs are out, and the neighborhood kids think that's so cool. It's all about the kids anyway, right? My one good neighbor (not that I only have ONE good neighbor), but this one in particular decorates her whole house, and she admitted to me that she's got too much crap. I told her, "Who cares? Your kids are going to grow up and remember how much fun each and every holiday was, and how festive the house they grew up in was!" Isn't that what's important? Making the memories for the little ones? I think so.

So, the Starbucks story:

You know, you go to yoga class first thing in the morning, so you roll outta bed, send the kids who go on the bus to the bus, cart the one kid who doesn't go on the bus over to the mom's house whose turn it is to watch the youngsters.

You throw on whatever is there, a jog bra, some crappy black pants and a t-shirt. Your underwear ride up when you do the downward dog but nobody cares, and nobody can see because their heads are all stuck between their legs anyway, hair hanging down over their face, so they can't see that you're wearing the six-year-old Victoria Secret's high-cut briefs with the elastic losing its hold.

Right? You're not pretty. You're not trying to be pretty. It's freaking yoga. And you're just happy to be doing something healthy and calming for your body.

We finish yoga and it's become our habit (a bad, expensive one) to go to Starbucks afterward to grab coffee for us and for the mom who gets stuck at her home with three kids--five and under--while the others of us go do yoga. We switch it up so everyone gets a turn, but lucky me managed to do yoga twice this week. Namaste baby.

But, that's not the story. That's just the beginning of it.

So, we get to Starbucks and we run into like four other women from our neighborhood, so we're all chatty and jazzed up and laughing and ordering, and this guy comes up to us, out of the blue, and he was kind of good-looking, but much too young for me, of course, and he was wearing jeans and a pull-over fleece and some funky artsy hat and he goes, I kid you not, he says:

"Looks like we all got the memo saying it's 'Dress Like You Don't Give A Shit' Day!"

Can YOU Believe it!?!?!? How would you have responded to THAT one?