My sounding board

I was whining to Jesse about some silly "mean girls" stuff that has been bugging me lately.

"I don't even know why this bothers me so much," I said.

"It bothers you because you're a girl," he said. "And a nice one at that."

This made me feel better for a while. A few hours later, I got in bed with something else on my mind.

"Since you understand that I'm a girl, I have something else that is really bothering me lately that I need to get off my chest," I said.

He put down his iPhone, got very serious, and said, "OK, what is it?"

I breathed a heavy sigh.

"Colored denim is coming back."

"And?" He asks, waiting for more.

"And I kind of like it."

And just like the first time, getting it off my chest made me feel much better.

Photobooth with Dummies

Penelope really likes to see herself on camera. It's one of her favorite things. So every now and then, I try to see if we can get a good photo of the two of us chumming around.

It's not as easy as you might think to get a photo of her smiling and me not looking like an idiot when the camera goes off.

But I think we might have gotten close to a good one.