Stacy and Clinton

I got a get out of jail free card today. Three hours out, all by myself. Basically spent entirely sitting outside starbucks with an iced green tea two splendas people watching. Secretly pretending I am a what not to wear observer. I was in a pretty affluent area and wow could you tell the difference between the regulars (ie-chanel couture bags, well heeled) and the "tourists" sporting gaudy white tennis shoes because I guess they thought they would be there all day and wanted to be comfortable ? Don't know exactly but not a fashion statement one would intentionally want to make, one would not think...not that I am a fashion expert but when I go out to try on clothes or retail therapy, I like to look nice in the 360 mirror...maybe that is just me. It was comedic fodder for observation to say the least. Not to mention the only in america can you see the stark difference, walking down the same street, gaunt waify anorexic fashion conscious with the morbidly obese waddling in whatever swaying stretchy outfit would cover the bigness. Just observations.
It was a blissful three hours of absolute nothingness. Felt like detox, good therapy, maybe even rehab if I had ever been...
Home now and all three littles are happy.
It is a good life.