I've got a wooden bracelet on today, and I'm doing that thing where you switch wrists whenever you complain about something. I think it's a good idea, especially with a pretty bracelet instead of one of those stupid purple ones, which are kind of demonstrative; I think the best part of the idea is that it's a completely private endeavor- so much the better if nobody even knows you're doing it! So I'm blogging about it instead.

This week, I am learning a very cute pop song for my cousin's wedding. As I gulp and mew in poptastic convulsion, it occurs to me that this is the moral equivalent of cramming myself into a bridesmaid gown for my dear cousin- a great looking proverbial gown, but it's moss green and a bit roomy in the bust. The question is whether or not I can get the right shade of eyeshadow and stuff sufficiently. (That was not a complaint; the bracelet stays put!)