everybody knows that baby's got new clothes

well, we totally sold out today. i got a coupon in the mail for a babski clothing store, and we actually used it. you probably have no idea how amazing this is. not only did we make an effort to patronize a store based on the only-just-barely tempting promise to save $10 off of our $30 purchase (ted knows that this is my baseline for considering an item really on sale--roughly 30%), but we remembered to bring the coupon into the store with us. and then we used it.

oh, friends. how we used it.

we bought a completely ridiculous outfit for jordan to come home from the hospital in. it consists of a bodysuit with snowmen on it, plus fleecy pants and a little coat with a hood. both of these are ivory (perfect for creatures that regularly crap and vomit on themselves, like argos) on one side and full of little snowmen on the other. these items are reversible, so really it's like we got two pairs of pants and two coats. alternatively, their reversible nature is like ted's personality/ies.

so anyway, i was creating a little model of the clothes, and ted realized that it was not complete without some sort of collage/shrine of pop culture as accoutrements. suddenly, baby clothes weren't so boring.

i'll let him explain the allegorical and anagogical significance of the items:

first of all, dual-posting is stupid and gay (happy) (:-) or insert your own appropriate emoticon here). ;)

we have achieved perfection. you see before you these own babski clothes, which are impossibly small. also, the store situation was strange and infirm. like 'nam, or what i imagine the viking hall of gods to be. lots of little critters scampering, and major mothers elbowing sideways and snatching at racks with no thought or pattern. i guess more like 'nam, but with loki on ecstasy also. in 'nam.

so there is this suit, described by e-$. on your left is a photograph of senior elvis presley, taken in greensboro by my cousin's grandmother. in case you are unaware, elvis is the model of sexual perfection and also a very good singer. i can write about elvis later.

above the babski's head is none other than Mr. President William Jefferson Clinton with his very own pups, Buddy. Tragically, Buddy was run over by a car in New York. I vow only to use Capital Letters in this Paragraph.

finally, we have none other than (of course) the inestimable, mono-surviving, heart-breaking, buffalo-wrangling, SALLY FEHSKENS. holy canoli, is my sister hot or what?

you will notice that jordan has a face from oxford, which is scary, and is playing a mini gibson gittar. only the best for my babski.

i guess that's it. bye.