Puppies; leading a double life; stupid skinny jeans

This is the VBM with the puppies. One of them will be coming home with us in two weeks! It seems like forever away, but we are busily reading some books by some monks back east and planning to do some puppy proofing in our house. They are so cute and have little sharp teeth and sweet puppy breath and all the innocence in the world.

Last week, there was some shopping. While that was going on, I noticed a very disturbing trend. I know it is hard to fathom anything more disturbing than the current hoochie mama low-rise below the pubic bone jeans phenom, coupled with crappy polyester drapes that people wear as shirts, but things are getting worse. They are getting. Much. Worse. Some things I saw:
mannequins wearing tshirts, camo miniskirts, and yes, BLACK LEGGINGS. I saw young people who were not born yet in the eighties wearing stupid faggy Depeche Mode T-shirts. I also saw TAPERED JEANS with little zippers at the ankles. Also? TUNICS. Gah!
To combat the evil skinny jeans trend, I bought a pair of jeans with really, really wide legs. I have worn them, and invariably people comment on them. I was stopped on the street by a stranger demanding to know where she could get a pair. One of my patients said this about my jeans paired with cowboy boots: "I can't stop looking at you. Amazing!"
Take that, you crappy skinny jeans people!
If anyone catches me wearing a camo mini-skirt with leggings, please dope slap me with a chair.

I have moved into my little digs on the mountain. It was great going home to the horses and the smell of fly spray and velvety horse lips on my shoulder and fuzzy kitties and eating dinner at the Zig Zag Inn and afterwards, going for a night time walk lit by the full moon only and that big solid tree feeling you can only get when you are utterly surrounded by them. I missed VBM and it was good to come home to him. How lucky I am to have two lovely places to go home to.