cellllll.uh.brate good times, COME ON! let's celebrate.

<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Warning: I'm in kind of a crazy-giddy-do-weird-stuff-and-laugh-really-hard-about-it-for-no-reason-much-to-the-annoyance-of, well, everyone-around-me mood.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiht32QX78zjsKbbqLTXypsn71habhBrBt3dYvH9QmR6kQA-4NmKotP4ellAWg0qrorKvuIMtSgXQ_rkydmlnKhO0mqjUNQCIdJDiSFMlzmT_D7zqtH-Tk2IF45qx3EUq0N01WHwppkTa2x/s1600/II1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiht32QX78zjsKbbqLTXypsn71habhBrBt3dYvH9QmR6kQA-4NmKotP4ellAWg0qrorKvuIMtSgXQ_rkydmlnKhO0mqjUNQCIdJDiSFMlzmT_D7zqtH-Tk2IF45qx3EUq0N01WHwppkTa2x/s400/II1britt3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't often get this way, actually. But when I do, it's serious. I lose all control. See those karate kicks? That's what I'm talking about. Random. And juvenile. And inappropriate. [Editor's note: But also...entertaining...] </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLlZdUGnjjkpFlt5_L1449QjFY7s855XFjcCaxlmFsf_VjzOEBKYDMZqUmdog112PzmEmtlUTDiR8agQVmbI-LIcojJe1lY3gbfA_PrtjItclzJarQ1FNSlegiOHAc27OnN_7Wmn44_Bi/s1600/II1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLlZdUGnjjkpFlt5_L1449QjFY7s855XFjcCaxlmFsf_VjzOEBKYDMZqUmdog112PzmEmtlUTDiR8agQVmbI-LIcojJe1lY3gbfA_PrtjItclzJarQ1FNSlegiOHAc27OnN_7Wmn44_Bi/s400/II1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Shoes: Mudd brand. Jeans: American Eagle Outfitters. Shirt: Gap. Belt: F21. Necklaces/bracelets: Who the heck knows. Flower: gifted.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztkFyNcnOuuhlfuLhXXx2KGkZSY4U7B6rWQBT3bMqxhm6b6J_ifVsndssGoCigiJK0YoLlIyx23SiQPQEAJyQhsoEN36WA8hVys_S_74q0jsApZW3LSj-F5_9ixdAo8q5tsjk8JIrYhbA/s1600/II1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztkFyNcnOuuhlfuLhXXx2KGkZSY4U7B6rWQBT3bMqxhm6b6J_ifVsndssGoCigiJK0YoLlIyx23SiQPQEAJyQhsoEN36WA8hVys_S_74q0jsApZW3LSj-F5_9ixdAo8q5tsjk8JIrYhbA/s400/II1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">  </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lLNTOrJQXuE10DCtOjO_gV_h8oS5vPeTiySxe1oErJRrFtt48LcSTlur9JtYV2TVLH21rljK7rHlyfqq9bitn4_0mU2q3G8C1bdyhTuCft0wEMnB2yd0riZxFTMWqHkicvGWiOoUJTSd/s1600/II1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lLNTOrJQXuE10DCtOjO_gV_h8oS5vPeTiySxe1oErJRrFtt48LcSTlur9JtYV2TVLH21rljK7rHlyfqq9bitn4_0mU2q3G8C1bdyhTuCft0wEMnB2yd0riZxFTMWqHkicvGWiOoUJTSd/s400/II1britt4.jpg" width="345" /></a></div><div align="center">Chances are, you're laughing so hard [Editor's note: She's flattering herself again; you and I both know that you're just rolling your eyes. And for good reason.] at today's pics that you (a) haven't even noticed what I'm wearing, (b) don't even care how it came together, and/or (c) forgot you left the iron on downstairs and need to go turn it off. Stat. Go ahead. I'll wait. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So, for many of you, New Year's Eve parties involve lots of sequin and gold and fanciness. For me, it (ideally!) involves a small gathering of close friends and family. And lots of kids. And games and food and attempts to squelch the urge to turn the clocks ahead 3 hours to "ring in the new year" at 9 and get home and to bed by 10 because I'm a granny and can't seem to stay awake that long anymore and, really, what's the difference, the new year's here when we wake up tomorrow.<br /><br />Geez. Those of you who are not yet 31 are reeeeeeally scared of the middle-ageness you're seeing evidenced here. Live it up now, you young fries. Live it up.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">ANYwee. I'm wearing my favorite black button-up, some pegged jeans because they just seemed to match my crazy unexpected mood (and I think they're Maybe Awesome here), and some heels (mary janes! I love.). Not wanting attention drawn to my feet, I kept footwear neutral.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Sequined belt tied in a cuh-razy knot. Tons of random jewelry. And my favorite lucky flower headband (recognize it from <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/youre-never-fully-dressed-without-smile.html">here</a> and <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-pleasant-sabbath-daycirca-1940.html">here</a>?). I'm loving how I feel a little glamorous but can still do whatever my mood desires. Bring it on, new year! I love ya already. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy 2010.</div>

cellllll.uh.brate good times, COME ON! let's celebrate.

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a little math lesson...

<div align="center">a dr. seussish hairbow and mock seriousness </div><div align="center">+</div><div align="center">a pair of socks whose designers must've scoured the galaxy for every bad sock design idea and combined them all into a single pair (and i get to be the proud owner! what luck!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqiw4-SG6jKk5FCY0Jh4q1ZP-aTlcNel-nUsS20Jja1GL15P0ix4_xQcmkrgbBPufny5zG4AJupTJnj9Y0DnUHZYolr9Y7nXV-nSmyPIFBO8_Zi-jbDtXjlrScEQ7Rpwx3tLq2MIjzs5b/s1600/N1britt.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549291534909887778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqiw4-SG6jKk5FCY0Jh4q1ZP-aTlcNel-nUsS20Jja1GL15P0ix4_xQcmkrgbBPufny5zG4AJupTJnj9Y0DnUHZYolr9Y7nXV-nSmyPIFBO8_Zi-jbDtXjlrScEQ7Rpwx3tLq2MIjzs5b/s400/N1britt.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" /></a> +</div><div align="center">unnecessary adornment</div><div align="center">+</div><div align="center">a weird facial expression/pose</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDaOv-n9U6-JMTs5cA-Vy1paqhDeXxJ_nFPez3YS7jeg9wpdxZ-gHSpouVAFDBd0KOryXUIdgna1B3XhhsdxG85pc57ugcA5j7i7uVza9oTPAOgm7EJ3wFayMSsgMilNdmndu8umwIGOe/s1600/N1britt2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549291339120763538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDaOv-n9U6-JMTs5cA-Vy1paqhDeXxJ_nFPez3YS7jeg9wpdxZ-gHSpouVAFDBd0KOryXUIdgna1B3XhhsdxG85pc57ugcA5j7i7uVza9oTPAOgm7EJ3wFayMSsgMilNdmndu8umwIGOe/s400/N1britt2.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" /></a> + </div><div align="center">a first-class christmas sweater</div><div align="center">+</div><div align="center">two equally awesome christmas sweaters </div><div align="center">+</div><div align="center">a roomful of delightful women also wearing fabulous christmas sweaters</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqfPA2MtLHCV1tQfDyK9qFHBgIqOJtFe_4ZjRoAYslRFshipNwFyip_PM8vWimP8zCkzhfwhcqIdEal-Up7oreiTkif6p7VfAg-Y1z9nP036DDGGbmZkWYhBvOq04UUvjJQi7uDn6LGWO/s1600/N1britt3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549291016984740706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqfPA2MtLHCV1tQfDyK9qFHBgIqOJtFe_4ZjRoAYslRFshipNwFyip_PM8vWimP8zCkzhfwhcqIdEal-Up7oreiTkif6p7VfAg-Y1z9nP036DDGGbmZkWYhBvOq04UUvjJQi7uDn6LGWO/s400/N1britt3.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /></a> + </div><div align="center">a hilarious white elephant gift exchange</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">=</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">a fabulous friday night...albeit, i'll be the first to admit, a rathery iffy blog post.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">no, but seriously. who can dare deny the power of The Christmas Sweater to transform every accompanying item of clothing (not just on the wearer him/herself, but also those of each individual within the room) into tackiness? can you IMAGINE what a roomful of christmas sweaters such as this could accomplish?<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">okay, okay. real post tomorrow. but i just had to share.</div>

a little math lesson...

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