But what will I wear?

It's already hot in Tulsa. We'll be there in one month. Here's the question that is always uppermost in my mind: But what will I wear? The JK Jill catalogue came yesterday and I enjoyed flipping through it this morning but I still can't see myself in crop pants. They've been in style for years now. As a kid, I wore pedal pushers, and that's what crop pants are. But the length stops at an unfortunate part of the leg and only those who have knees they hate could love a crop pant. Buy shorts. Get real: The knee is just a major joint, so how gorgeous can it be?
Take care of your knees, by the way.

I like the JK Jill line because their shoes don't have heels. Not even kitten heels. The models wear no-to-low heel sandals and in the winter wear low heel shoes. Somebody's thinking. High heels may extend your leg line, but you put yourself into a yoga class after a few decades of high heels, or even a few years, and you've got alignment problems galore. Tightened and shortened everything. Years of lengthening ahead, the kind that high heels can't help you with. If you want to test that out, do a forward bend, the kind you learn in yoga. Stand or sit and bend, oh, somewhere around your waist. Keep your back straight as you bend. Good luck with that.

Tonight's South Park episode is the one where Butter is bi-curious. His parents send him to a camp for fear and oppression purposes. Butter is my favorite SP character. Observations spill out of him. He's right about everything, but it all comes out in question form or just a plain old declaration. Butter cuts through it. If any of the little South Parkians has any talent that they can grow up and market (to be determined), it will be Butter, who I predict will write. This is one of the episodes that I think Marc and I would have liked to watch together, so tonight I'll watch, and think of Marc (and laugh as though he is with us).