HI family, Ever have one of "those" days? I woke this morning to mark yet another day off my calendar. difficult child is moving out tomorrow. For sure there is a group home that seems to think they are up to the challenge. HE will learn independent living skills there and go on to move into his own home. He simply can't come back to live with us. If he changed dramatically, got religion, and had a 100k a year job - he still couldn't come live with me again. Short of God descending on high, sitting in my living room (we keep an empty chair there for Him) and telling me "YOUR SON IS HEALED." aint gonna happen. I went to work today in a skirt. It's been so hot here, I thought as I stood in the closet looking at everything that a month ago was JUST THE RIGHT THING and today is JUST THE WRONG THING, and completely by accident I found a little black skirt. I matched it with a little black top. I slipped on my sandals and I looked professional, and yet cool enough to survive the heat. Off I went. Arriving at work I raised eyebrows. Never wore a short skirt before and by short I mean just to my knees ladies. Feelin' sassy, feeling young enough to pull off this outfit, I went to my office. I sat down in my mesh chair. I got up did a few things and got called to the boss' office. I threw my gum into the trash can from my door and headed out. After getting my assignments for the day, I sat back down in the chair, worked until noon and then decided to leave for lunch. I mean - couldn't waste all this physical being in a sack lunch right? So off I went....yes....I was going to go to the nice lunch place, sit down, enjoy the day. And what did I get? The mesh chair waffled the back of my legs and the water weight made it look like I had poison ivy rash. And that little wad of gum? I am SO not an LA Laker! Missed the trash can, landed in the mesh chair and just to the point where when I sat down it caught on the back of the chair, stuck to one panel of my 3 panel skirt and held in in place higher that a flag at a Friday night football game. As I gathered myself to leave, one of the men screeched out "MY GOODNESS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR LEGS?" and as I turned around to look back in my office - you guessed it. I managed to moon the rest of the onlookers now staring to see just WHAT WAS WRONG with the back of my legs. I'm going back to slacks and jeans, and Granny Gown skirts. Once I got a gander at the rash in the mirror...I'm sworn off short skirts. Or I could stand all day. I dunnoh but I thanked the SHRIEKER for pointing out to the entire office that I had sat my fat hind-end in a chair and the weight of my BIG SELF had actually waffled my thighs and part of my calves. I guess he had no comment about being mooned. Maybe he's never seen a moon like that, or maybe he's seen one, but it just looked larger up close ---in a skirt. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I'm wearing jeans.