Just because I’m not feeling well doesn’t mean I can’t get my cats comfortably numb. With organic catnip, no less. But what about my needs? Ok, wants. Wanton wants. I was thinking a little conspicuous consumption might lift my spirits. Sadly exploding dog’s “the future is almost here” prints are already sold out. One of the t-shirts might make an all right consolation prize, but I like this one even better. Or any of these assorted Yoshitomo Nara treasures, but especially this amazing picture/postcard book. Anyone want to help a sister out? Didn’t think so. What I really should be looking for, though, is more mundane. The ever-growing and less-little little man needs a new winter coat. But he’ll have nothing to do with the process, thank you very much. The lad had a major meltdown yesterday morning…when we insisted he wear socks and shoes outside (rather than sandals) and a sweater over his t-shirt, as it was about 44°F when the school bus arrived. The poor kid sometimes has trouble with transitions. Especially the changing of seasons, and accompanying changes in wardrobe. Maybe we should move to California.
