"He Loves the Mud" and my Tailor Sucks

So my mother goes to pick up Preston today and he is in his cubby clothes. When asked why his outfit was changed she was told, "Oh Preston was playing in the mud. He loves the mud." Fantabulous. I love paying in excess of ten thousand dollars a year for Preston to play in mud. Some would say, "Oh he's a boy. Boys like mud." But seriously, this is supposed to be school. This is supposed to be a time when kids are taught outdoor recreational games like "Red Rover, Red Rover," "Duck Duck Goose" maybe even "Simon Says," in addition to some playtime on the equipment. I have a real issue with my son playing with mud during school hours. Do you know what lurks in mud for all those mud-loving advocates? Parasites. Lots and lots of parasites. And if your kid gets a parasite everything must be disinfected and the whole family on antibiotics. I'm not naive. I know Preston picks up dead worms, runs through the garden, splashes in puddles. Yet when he is at school let's try something more stimulating then playing in possible feces-lurking bugs. Maybe during art class he should pick his nose and glitter his boogers.

O.K. sorry about the rant. Take a breath-here comes the second. We are T-minus five days until the wedding and I pick up my dress from the tailor. Holy hell, I could have done better than this and I have a lot of difficulty threading a needle. She sewed in cups, diagonally. So my right side is higher than the left and there is a huge gaping valley of material in the middle. Oh and the cups not only are lopsided but have two tiny protrusions in odd places. So tomorrow my mother will drop off the dress, she can remove the cups and I will have to be re-fitted. Total nightmare. Otherwise I hope Katie likes long black gowns because that is what I am wearing. ARGH! Perhaps if the damn dress store did not insist on ordering me a size that would fit a Giants linebacker we would not have to do this much resizing. Preston's blazer arms are perfect length-almost. I just don't have time to have the sleeves lengthened the 1/4 inch. You heard me....lengthened. Surely that's ludicrous. Who has an achon child that goes to the tailor to have clothes lengthened? AHHHHHHH!!!!!

Other than that though things are honky dorey. I really am looking forward to the wedding. Even though right now I have nothing to wear. Oh and I haven't written my maid of honor speech yet. I work best under pressure so it will probably be written Thursday night. I would like to incorporate some humor. You know something hilarious like when my ex tells me he's made his child support payments.

So far my hair has been highlighted (very blond) and trimmed, Preston got a really great haircut and my pedicure is complete. Still have to wax my eyebrows. I let them go an extra week to get a nice arch but right now I resemble Bert from Sesame Street. Here are a few pics of the dude. Wish us luck driving to New York. Preston is not happy about driving. He told me, "Mommy the car does not have wings. We need to take a plane." A little spoiled?