yikes! stripes!

Am I the only one that can still recite/sing the entire Fruit Stripes Gum commercial from 1980 or 90something? Seriously? That is valuable Brain Real Estate, and I'm filling it with advertising jingles for disgusting discontinued bubble gum? Shameful.

But anyway. Yikes! Stripes! is exactly what I find myself thinking every time I walk into my closet. Could you possibly diversify a little, Erika? I don't know, some plaid, maybe? Floral? Dots? Solids? MUST EVERYTHING BE STRIPED? Apparently...yes. IT ALL MUST BE STRIPED. I think I have a problem. My love for stripes is too abundant. So sue me.

I wasn't planning on any outfit pictures yesterday. But then it was like 4:30 and Diana wanted me to take a few pictures of her outfit for WIWW and she was like "you're cute, let's get some of you!" and you know, twist my arm. I'm sure I was a hard sell. But just so you know- I didn't even look in a mirror or put on lipstick. Because all I was supposed to be doing was snapping a pic for Diana.

So here I am in my Tuesday late-afternoon-at-work yikes-stripes glory.

 

 Shirt: Loft | Jeans: TJMaxx | Sandals: Target (similar) | Earrings: Sam Moon | Bracelets: Wrapp'n Fun | Nail Polish: Sally Hansen

Well that was loads of fun, right? But not as much fun as your comments about bracket-picking yesterday. Holy crap. You folks had me busting a gut. I'm really glad to know I'm not the only one using such creative reasoning during March Madness, and when the dudes at work were mocking my picks yesterday, I felt a lot better knowing yall had my back. 

In other pressing news: anyone else watch Dancing with the Stars? I made it through most of it, although I definitely fast-forwarded the people I didn't know (and didn't even watch their sobby backstories because I don't NEED to know them...what I need is to not be glued to the TV for two full hours every Monday) and just watched the folks I cared about. But then I did have to go back and watch the Disney girl since she did such a bang-up job and I felt dumb for skipping it. And yeah, she was pretty fantastic. But anyway. Here're the folks I originally cared about:

1) Sean Lowe- cute as ever, but quite an awkward dancer. I had figured he'd be highly trainable since he's athletic, but maybe he needs a few (hundred) hours of ballet lessons or something so he doesn't move so...stiffly. Still, I liked him and hope he sticks around.

2)Aly Raisman- GOT A BOOB JOB? I mean, at least I think she did. Or something. Anyway, I tried to concentrate on her dancing, but all I could think about was how her boobs are going to crash into the parallel bars now...but I think she will do well here.

3)Wynonna- She did fine, but was kind of 'meh' for me. I wanted to love her more. I wanted to love her as much as I loved her songs in the 90s. It just didn't happen, though. I hope she's able to stick around because I'd love to see a Kirstie Alley-like transformation, but who knows.

4)Lisa Vanderpump- Love, love, love. As fabulous and hilarious as I'd hoped for and YES she brought Jiggy out, so I totally win for predicting that. I hope she stays for a long time.

5) Dorothy Hamill- LOVED her! Of course, I think being a figure skater gives you quite an advantage, but that advantage is probably almost cancelled out by the disadvantages of age and surviving breast cancer, so I was super proud of her. I hope she stays!!

Person I didn't care about but loved anyway: Kellie Pickler. She was adorable and a REALLY good dancer! Who knew. Kinda love her now.

I'm pretty sure that's the closest I've ever come to a TV show re-cap, so now I better get to work. Oh, and I'm pretty sure I neglected to fill yall in on our latest house-mate. I'll give you some clues as to his/her identity: Small. Furry. Fast. Likes cheese. And the garage, apparently, since he/she seems quite cozy in there. Right, so, isn't that fun? I'm all about extending hospitality to folks, but this one's gotta go. Wish us luck: Matt as he actively sets traps and checks them, me as I SPRINT between the door and my car, convinced that if I stall for a single moment the thing will waltz over and bite my foot off. Good times.     

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