House Arrest

We did manage to buy coats yesterday: I got a London Fog hooded raincoat (nice and warmly lined); Sarcasm Girl got a lovely knee-length woolen pea coat with a hood, and Avocado got an Anne Klein (!) raincoat--her first acquisition ever from the Grown Up Female section of the store. Bless Burlington Goat Factory and all its many works. Then came home and ordered pizza and watched Titanic, which Avocado had ordered from Netflix. Given the weather, perhaps a weird choice.

SG is off at a Mock Trial scrimmage. She's been rethinking some of her college application plans, and seems to be feeling less pressured because of it. Anyway, she left this morning costumed for her role as an Expert Witness (actor that she is, she's created a whole backstory for her character, including a Polish accent!), with as close to a hey-nonny-nonny on her lips as I've seen lately.

And Avocado is still asleep at this late hour, cuddled with the dog, who Does Not Like Rain and is feeling the lack of exercise rather fiercely.

I may sneak out and see a movie today, all on my onesies. I've been floating the ship of state, getting no work of my own done, and I think I deserve a brick today. Granted, as it's raining again, probably a rather soggy brick. But now I have a coat!