Inappropriate Questions and Cinnamon Toast...

Yesterday was just weird. You all know that I basically work for the illustrator. He hates it when I say that, but really I do. He draws and I do all the other stuff for him (book keeping, collections, marketing, photography for his blog). Anyway, our desks are face to face and we spend all day everyday together. So, when one of us has a bad day, the other one does too. It's inevitable. Since I don't deal directly with the clients as much any more since he is doing more comic work right now, I just get mad when crap happens to him. Anyway, long story short, he was frustrated and we needed to get out to run a few errands, get some fresh air and get a little human contact with the outside world. Little did we know that the human contact part only made us wish we didn't leave the house.

We decided to go to Borders yesterday to check out the last bit they have left on the shelves. An aside on this, it makes me sad to see this happening to a bookstore. Granted, they were way over priced, but I hate seeing a place that we loved going to go away like this. I feel really bad for all of those people that lost their jobs too. Ok, so we were at the bookstore trying to get a little peace and relax...there was a kid (about four years old...Jacob Michael to be exact and I know this because his mom kept calling him this loudly) running through the bookstore screaming DIE, DIE, DIE. Really, this totally freaked me out. The mom never said a word to him to stop doing that, she was just following him around the store. Anyway, so we looked around at books, tried to relax and then went to the cash register to buy a couple of books we found. While paying, the cashier took it upon herself to ask what our (mine and the illustrator's) relationship was. Really, is that ok to ask? When I told her we were married, she then laughed and said she thought I was his daughter. Seriously? That was messed up...nothing like being told you look like a pedophile to bring your spirits up. I told him this was the equivalent of asking a woman if she's pregnant. NOT COOL!

This is what I looked like yesterday. I can't believe I'm actually posting this because it is not flattering AT ALL, but I can see that I did not really dress my age. I don't mind looking young for my age, but I didn't think I looked that young. Well, I still don't think I look that young...there was all kinds of "not too bright" going on with that woman. Anyway, it was weird.

See...we go together! We are the same age...well, I'm a little older than him! He calls me a cougar every year during that one month.

Speaking of youth, this is a throwback to my youth that I hadn't had for a while...

cinnamon toast. 

Jay left me with the heel end of the loaf of bread I made earlier this week and there is nothing better than toasting that up with a little earth balance, a little sugar and a lot of cinnamon! The key is to put the butter, sugar and cinnamon on before you toast it so you get these soft gooey pockets of cinnamon, buttery, sugar goodness. This was a standard breakfast for me growing up. This and cheese toast. Now I want monkey bread.

I'm pretty sure I should have been on What Not To Wear yesterday and yeah, I'm dressed pretty much like that today. Do you think it matters how you dress when you are casual? I don't think it matters. I mean you won't see me wearing my pj's out, but being comfortable is ok with me.