Happy Little Trees

Okay, I try not to release too much of my crazy, always exciting, dating schedule on this blog, but I cannot get this off my mind. Tonight, I have a date.

I'm not so nervous about the date, but I just have no clue what to wear. My apartment looks like the Poltergeist team came to visit and forgot to clean up. I have clothes everywhere. I never have finished organizing my clothes since I got back from traveling. And then, with the constant temperature switching and random events of last weekend, I've got workout clothes next to pajamas next to party clothes next to work clothes. I've got all these clothes, but still feel like I have nothing to wear. Silly, American woman, I am.

I have my dream outfit in my head, but it might involve extensive plastic surgery to pull off, so I probably will just stick with something normal that doesn't have a food stain on it.

Since everyone should blame things on their mother, I will blame my mother. When I was little and would come out ready to go for church, I was always told to go change again. "Beth! Why are you wearing that?" I could never figure out the whole winter/summer shoe thing or Christmas dress versus Easter dress. I'm still confused.

When are we ever going to make it to the future where everyone will wear the same outfit like in Star Trek? In all movies of the future, everyone wears the same body suit thing. In the future, the sci-fi writers have it pictured as more simplistic, not the whole stiletto/ankle/cowboy/moon boot world we've made.

Clinton and Stacy! Beam me up!