Chicken or the Egg (Also In Question: What Should I Wear Today?)

I could get all Judeo-Christian evolutionary Hindu predestination paradox slash circular cause and consequence on you, but I'd rather look at pictures. Of myself.
From left to right: Zoey, Sadie & Ruby. And below: me, Rosalie & Amber.

My apologies for the poor photo quality; I could not resist posting these pics of my friends and our mini-me's. A fine, fine example of which came first, X that can't come without Y, or Y that can't come without X? And speaking of X's and Y's, sometimes I trip out that I was born with half of Zoey deep inside of me (um, since women are born with all their eggs, yes?). And that Zoey is carrying half of my potential grandbabies. And that those possible girl-egg grandbabies are carrying half of Zoey's grandmaybebabies, and so on and so forth, the infinite wow-flection of it all enough to make me stop thinking about Jill Zarin for just a second.

And then I remember that it's only Tuesday and I should probably save my energy.

xoxo,
S