Run! It's a moose!

...for various values of junior high, anyway.

I got my second Swatch watch in the mail today. They were wildly popular when I was in junior high *cough*late '70s*cough*, but I only had the one. The popular and rich kids wore 2 or 3 at once.

I got one for Christmas, because they have resin cases and resin clasps. (I'm damn allergic to nickel--I get a rash with blisters!) I'd gotten tired of the Timex weirdness of needing a damned instruction book to set their watches, so I went looking at Swatches just for fun. Got a nice one with day/date and a large, very readable face that didn't look like something my grandpa would have worn.

I was jonesing for another watch, and kept looking at the Grandpa-Timex ones, because they were sturdy and had the day and date on them too (which I totally need since I never can remember either), when I looked up Swatch on amazon, since I had a clutch of gift certificates burning a hole in my virtual wallet. Found this one and grabbed it. The band is metal, but I'm hoping it's stainless steel. And it's nice and bright and cheerful and legible without being an Old Fogey Watch, which has become increasingly important *cough*bifocals*cough* as I get older.

...but I'm not wearing them at the same time. That would be tacky.