Shopping for boys' clothing is No Fun.

These boys of ours have gotten suddenly picky! Who knew 8 and 9 years olds cared about their clothing? Besides comfort, of course; suddenly I'm hearing "That's awful!" and "Only a DINK would wear that!" and this gem, said with a sneer "Yeah, right - maybe when I was FIVE, Mom!"
Bright colors? NOT allowed any more.
Stripes? AM I DAFT?! "Those look like pj's for gosh sake!"
The hated stripes:


And - horrors of all horrors - I caught Parker trying to shimmy down his pants waistband so that his undies were hanging out on top like a 15 year old skater!
Then I heard him comment to his brother: "You undo those buttons and make the waist big. That way they come down and rest right above The Johnson. It's cool!"
Ryan's reply? "That looks stupid and what is Johnson?"
"Your WEINER, YOU IDIOT! Don't you learn anything in 2nd grade any more?!"
The sneaky britches, elastic now sewn at near-waist size.

I have gone back to supervising clothing selection in the mornings.
Ryan's Closet- still some red but going beige/navy














Parker's Closet - Only bright is orange oldies *sigh*

Repaired computer arriving 2/11

The entire laptop had to be sent back to it's Maker. Kind of like a round trip to God. The old Dell laptop I've been using does not have virus protection at this time, due to some snafu with Comcast (we have a lot of computers in this house, and taking the time to figure it out - well, it's not worth if for this one). So, I've only been able to check email and a couple of other sites, you know the safe ones. No clicking on links.
The kindle and I have been spending quality time together.
This winter has been a bitch.
I'm in a crappy mood today.
Further Affiant sayeth Not.