new pants.

Woke up to chaos around 10:30(7:30 Dylanmentaltime), as J was out doing things that K, B, & D could tag along. I am blurry as to what else occurred until 11dmt, but I think I ate and changed my socks before we left for bib shopping. D needs bibs since she's collar is soaked a lot of late. Went to BCF, I wandered into Officemax to see how the new digs were. Not sure how the latter stays in business, more people work there than shop and the people working seem mean to the elderly who aren't sure of the printer they have recently purchased.
Anyways, I headed to Burlington when I assessed that nothing looked suitable to replace Hal II. Upon heading towards infants, a customer called towards me for help as though I worked there. I was in a tshirt and jeans... my untucked shirt should have been a giveaway I didn't work there, but I guess I carry myself like I work retail since I get asked for help more times than I should.
Reminds me of the times I worked places and people would as if I worked there while I'm behind my office desk caressing a hot beverage. I should get a shirt from ON that says "I just work here." Or the "meh" one would be my sort of noncoollicensed shirts that  Old Navy sells.
Short story made long recondensed for brevity, I got new pants. I even wore them to work, where I wear a tshirt and jeans, but no customers exist. Still weird I have be clean shaving, but powers that be have to be around to notice.
I did other stuff, but I got to nap from 7 until 8 and it was good. I like naps. I should take one now.

rain.

Tempting to sleep. At least, it rained after all. Feeding D, leaves little to do except sit. Thawing milk cubes, she's been hungry a lot of late.

I need new work pants, or to sew up the split that is in my current pair. Crotch has issues too. Older pair have crotch issue, but the split in back is sewn well. Wore non-work but house project pants mowing. I got them before I got married as we stopped in Jefferesonville on way to my future inlaws. I was thin when I got them, only explanation they still have minor crotch issue, but they're worn through at the knee. Gap jeans are better than Old Navy jeans, I guess if you worry about crotch wearing out before everything else is broken in.

Hmmm... D is starring at me. Amazing how much expression her blue eyes can give. She's probably our last baby. She likes bass, for she stops crying if I go bbbombbbom or other such faux bass mouth sounds. I'm lucky to be able to appreciate these things. Sure being underworked/underpaid means we're effectively cash flow poor, but moments with a sleepy/hungry baby are priceless.