The first state is the worst state.

I'm back from my weekend in the country with the girls, as I like to refer to it because it makes me feel all adult and also a little bit posh. The weekend was fabulous but I haven't uploaded photos yet so a full recap will have to wait. However, I will go ahead and say, the traffic this weekend? HEINOUS. I still haven't recovered. Specifically, I blame the state of Delaware.

I-95 through Delaware is literally 15 miles from end to end. And yet it took us OVER TWO HOURS to get through the state. And the worst part was that there wasn't a REASON. It wasn't because of construction or an accident or anything. No, it was because as soon as we got out of the first tollbooth, we hit the line for the second tollbooth. THE FIFTEEN MILE LINE. Argh.

I might have been suffering from a tad bit of road rage, is all I'm saying. But at least the company in the car was good, and despite our alleged six-hour drive taking ten hours, causing me to get only six hours of sleep last night, it was a great weekend.

Also, when I got back, the order that I placed in Old Navy's Stuff and Save sale had arrived, so I tried on all my new clothes. I was very excited. But it turned out to be one of the most disappointing orders I have ever placed with that store. I have to say that in general, I heart Old Navy, especially right now while my clothing sizes are in flux and I don't want to spend a lot on clothes. But this order? Not so much.

First of all, I ordered four bathing suits on sale in preparation for our honeymoon (and in my defense, I wasn't planning on KEEPING all four). One of them, the blue and purple one that I was most excited about, was not a bathing suit at all but a weird white t-shirt with something written on it in sparkly pink letters. But the package was LABELED as a bathing suit, so I'm not sure what happened, but it was definitely their fault. Then the second one fit, except that the way the halter top was cut made me look very... promiscuous, and also slightly indecent. The third one was not long enough for my torso, because I am apparently too tall for some bathing suits. And the fourth? Well, despite being the same size that I ALWAYS wear from Old Navy, I couldn't even get it up over my knees.

AND, add to that two dresses, one of which was all baggy around the chest in a way that created an incredibly un-charming side-boob effect, and the other of which fit, but appeared to be made out of terrycloth or some other casual beach cover-up material, despite having been touted as the perfect dress to wear to work. And the pockets on the black pencil skirt gaped a little bit, which wouldn't have been so bad except that they were lined in red satin, so it looked kind of like I had long bloody cuts on both my hips.

Long story short, out of that entire gigantic order, I'm keeping two t-shirts. Old Navy has never failed me like that before. And to be honest, I'm a little bitter about that. But maybe that's just the lack of sleep talking. Or the road rage residue. Or both. We'll have to see how I'm feeling tomorrow.