lap dogs and other accessories

So yesterday I headed to the Apple Store to clothe the newest member of our family, the 60G video iPod.

Sweeeeeeeeeet new edition to the family if I do say so myself.

She (yes, SHE because it is so amazing) required one of those rubber catsuits with visor so she can travel in style, comfort and safety.

Now I must say that these iPod accessories are freakin' over-priced and should be included with the iPod since you just have to think about picking the iPod up to get finger prints on it. And if you are even mildly OCD like me (actually I qualify as ragingly OCD) then you are picking it 60 million times a day just to wipe off the prints. And then you have to pick it up again because you left prints on it cleaning it last time. And the cycle NEVER ENDS.

That reminds me of that episode of Friends where I finally related to one of those women (Monica) when she had a wished outloud for a tiny vacuum for her dustbuster, which she in turn had just used to clean her larger vacuum. I wish for things like that. And I do vacuum my larger vacuum after I'm done using it. And I wish I had a Dyson but that is neither here nor there.

Now what the hell was I talking about? Oh yeah, I went to the Apple Store yesterday.

Bumper and I had a good time at the mall and because it was summer sale time, I found some great things for husbands birthday (which is next weekend). If husband is reading this, stop reading now. I SAID NOW!

Okay so I'm not really going to reveal what I bought him because he is like me and has very little self-control and would still be reading at this point. Actually that is a lie. Not the part about him reading this right now (because he would be) but the self-control. We quit smoking a few years back and never have wavered (though I dream of smoking sometimes and if someone is smoking in the movies, I get all antsy but when I pass someone smoking on the street it kind of grosses me out... go figure). Anyways... can someone yell "TANGENT" because this is what this is!

Apple Store. Downtown. With Bumper.

So you know how they have these little kitchy kiosks in the mall? They sell things that wouldn't warrent a store but need a marketplace. They have a neat little row of them near the Indigo and sometimes stuff catches my eye. Like the wig one. I'd love to buy a real wig and wear it, just because I'm a girl. I like to do girly things. And then there is the Hello Kitty kiosk: if I ever need a rice cooker or vacuum I know where to go!

But one kiosk really caught my eye yesterday: it had little world cup onesies and hats. The top one was the Italia blue and I thought wouldn't Bumper look great in that. So I picked it up and held it up to her. Something looked strange. I couldn't figure out the bottom where the snaps usually are. I started to look at it and tried to find a tag to find the size. Was I holding it upside-down? Where are the freaking tags? Why is the saleslady looking at me strange? And now why is she talking to her friend in another language and laughing at me? Am I being paranoid? (yes, always) What the heck is up with these tiny Italia suits? How small can a baby be? Do premmies really wear little onesies? WHY ARE THESE SO FREAKIN' SMALL?

And then that's when it hit me. This was a dog kiosk. A kiosk that caters to small lap dogs. Not cute children. DOGS. And I was trying to outfit my child there.

I am such a bad mother.

Yes it's true. My mother tried to dress me in dog's clothing. She sucks. But I love her anyways.

Speaking of bad mothers (how's that for a segue?) go check out the Ladies of Toronto (and Southern Ontario) round robin interviews. These interviews are beyond cool and you can learn something new about one of your fav reads or maybe find a new blog to lurk!

Now I must go and sulk because I'm not at BlogHer.