know what's really unprofessional?

sweatstains, that's what.

i had a little encounter at work today with one of the other interns; he was interviewing me for the website and print newsletter for the milwaukee chapter of the red cross. ( by the way, i got the internship. hello.)

i decided to wear the very dress i wore at the public allies pinning ceremony, shown below, along with james, our charming british bloke... very mild mannered, poor fellow.

anyway, i wore this dress to work, completely forgetting the wicking power of america's favorite fabric, POLYESTER. bad choice. the dress, as you can see, is a light tan that when wet turns a mucky and uninviting brown. then, kind as can be seen, this fine garment displays your bodily mishaps for all the world to see via a lovely ring of salt clinging to the underarm area.

needless to say (but done in the name of humor), i walked around with my arms down until i got home.

in other news, i am once again a solo living individual, being that my mother has deprived me my child and tim is nothing more to me than a two-month-long bad memory. i am free to do as i please, i suppose, the only exception being that said activities do not disturb my aunt and uncle in their home directly beneath me.

it's funny the stark differences between our two households: they have all the latest gadgets and whatnot, while i have a typewriter and record player (functional sans fashion); they are eating calorific meals of every imaginable kind, i dine modestly on rice and (insert animal-friendly protein source here); my chosen mode of transporation is a red bicycle or that green monster of a car excalibur that will die at any given moment (leaking gas, no front light covers nor rear-view mirror); theirs is a caravan consisting of an enormous truck (complete with fold down television screens), a white work van (nothing fancy about that), and lastly my aunt's so-called mini-van, which is more like a suite on wheels.

i love them, yet we are so very different. bless thier hearts for letting me get in when they did. we have family time occasionally, which i often find myself looking forward to. since i can't take my baby for leisurly strolls through clean night air, and spence and cyndi don't live close enough to walk to, i find it difficult to see people who know me well. this is a city of well-acquainted strangers, people only know each other to an extent. i miss my family.

and a lot of other things too.

he's wonderful. really, quite so.