en garde!

Last week a teenaged boy chased me down the street. Only to then ask me where I got my umbrella. It was a little scary.

But the worst thing about this new umbrella is that I have to keep a very firm grip on my urge to challenge other unsuspecting umbrella carriers to a duel.

For the record: target.com.

I take solace in the fact

I'll know there's no hope left when the day-laborers in front of 7-11, with their impossibly low standards, tire of me.
And that day is not yet here. Even on my worst, pony-tailed, hoodies and glasses outings.