Brent wanted a Master's celebration camping trip to Southern Utah and I wasn't willing to take a baby and a two-year-old. Nor would I think that the baby and the two-year-old would want to participate in the hikes that Brent had planned. So he went south and I took the baby and the two-year-old to Boise to visit my parents and their Nana and Pop. While I was there, I left the kids with my mom for an afternoon so I could hit a few thrift stores and hopefully replenish my dwindling supply of clothes that I enjoy wearing. I was thrilled to find quite a few things at St. Vincent's, all at an amazingly low price with an additional 35% off for Memorial Day, and brought them all to the counter to purchase. Cindy, the surprisingly stylish bleached-blonde cashier, was gushing with the customer ahead of me about the American Idol finale. When it was my turn, I continued the conversation which led to, among other easy-chatting topics, my having attended Utah State and the NBA Playoffs. As she was ringing up the last of the items, she casually asked if I liked anthropology. For about three seconds, my mind raced as I tried to come up with a connection between the topics we had skimmed and the study of humankind. Was USU known for their amazing anthropology department and had they just come out with a groundbreaking study in anthropological discoveries? How did I not know this? Or perhaps I just seemed like the kind of person who would have studied anthropology? Or maybe the big "NBA Cares" campaign originated with the Jazz and so as a Jazz fan I should obviously have some anthropology connection? Apparantly as my mind raced, my facial expression froze because Cindy said, "you know, the store?" Oh! Anthropologie! The store! Of course! "Oh yes, I do but I try to stay out of it... the prices here are much better!" The truth of the matter is that I've never been there, although I am aware the I do like their style. I'm pretty sure I fell pretty high on the fashion-lameness scale by not responding immediately to the question. But I'm going to take it as a complement that perhaps the clothing I had selected and therefore myself as a person has an Anthropologie-esque-ness to them. Man, I am stylish!
...but despite what they look like and the enjoyment they get from it, they don't always finish their food. Their mama has no qualms about it anymore, however. If you wonder where I've been or what I've been doing for the past month, just listen to the whir of the garbage disposer and know I've been pretty happy. Oh, and don't mind Eli's demon eyes. He's really a nice kid; I just didn't feel like editing out the red...