I started pulling my jeans out of the dryer last weekend and saw a little something white.
Then, I kept pulling them out, and saw more and more white spots.
Isn’t chemistry fun?
These holes didn’t show up on the day that I thought water was dropped and splattered on the floor.
But after a wash, rinse and dry, my jeans look like this.
Guess what? I still wear them to work, too.
After all, isn’t this the “in” style these days?
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I had a coupon for some free panties from Victoria’s Secret. So I got some.
They are supposed to be those no-panty line, low rise kind. I think they are the Body line. Smooth. No seams. Nice looking.
But.
Why do they not stay down on my cheeks? If they stayed down, I could see how they would prevent panty lines.
But the current arrangement? Not so much. If I wanted a thong, I would have purchased one.
Now, they are all bunched up, not arranged properly and, I’m sure causing major lines. Plus, they are in a state of constantly needing to be rearranged.
So, what am I doing wrong? I don’t think I’ve ever purchased a pair of $12 panties before. Why do they keep creeping up? And not staying down.
Help,
The woman with her panties in a bunch….literally.
PS I’m sure you didn’t want to know all this…but seriously, these aren’t comfortable.
Gets free Chick-fil-A together.
Friday, I decided that we were going to do the dress like a cow thing and head to Chick-Fil-A. After all, Isabelle thinks daddy is bringing her chicken home for dinner almost every day.
After I got dressed, Isabelle was ready to “be a cow.” She said “mommy, I’m a little cow…
“…and Natalie’s a little cow…”
“and mommy’s a big cow!!” Ouch.
(The crown had my ears on it…they kept falling backwards).
Isabelle was actually terrified of the cow that was there. There is a trend: Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, and the Chick-Fil-A cow are all terrifying. We kept having to wave him off.
Can you see the terror?
Natalie could have cared less about the cow. She wanted the chicken. Like yesterday.
Hmmmm…which one should I lick first?
And, our little 9 month old certainly didn’t have any ice cream…
…and she didn’t bang on the table with both hands and scream when I took it away. And, of course, she wasn’t drinking that juice in the juice box either (to which Mr. Serious said “did you let Izzy drink juice at 9 months?”).
Of course, after dinner (because who would do it before dinner), Isabelle went in the bounce house and caught some serious air. Might have been because she didn’t eat because she was terrified of the cow.
And, yes, there was a family cow picture, but alas, my eyes are once again closed. I’m going to start putting toothpicks in my eyes for picture time!
We really had a great time and it wasn’t too crowded. And, of course, we aren’t too proud to dress as cows for some free chicken.
I just, literally just went into another teacher’s classroom (at his request), so he could show me how to set something up for his sub tomorrow.
While in there, I hear a student say “Wow, that is so tacky. Who thinks red and purple match?”
I think it matches, and it’s more of a burgundy/maroon for the record, so you tell me what you think. Do I match? If I don’t, should I care (after all, my kids wear their pants down to their ankles, wear clothes with stains, etc)? (Any, by the way, who are this kid’s parents that they think it’s acceptable to say something like this about an adult while in the room with them…this is my life, people)!
Yes, I took it with my camera phone, I need to know, people. Like right now!!!
Emily, don’t hate me if I don’t match. I really like the sweater and I think it looks great…I just needed a little more length in the torso…well, you know, because of the nursing and all! And, sadly, I don’t have a crew neck shirt in black or white…sue me!
OHMommy has challenged us. She wants us to go to the mall, find something not black, and buy it. Then, we are supposed to take a picture of our self on a counter in front of a mirror.
Well, I’ll take the challenge. And, modify it so I can play.
The thing is, I really am not good at shopping. Target, CVS, no problem. Clothes, shoes, the mall? Not so much. And, even if I were good at shopping, there are so many teenagers at the mall. And, I get enough of them during the day.
So, since I don’t like to go to the mall, and I don’t shop well. I’ve got an alternate. My sister. Emily loves to shop. Emily ALWAYS looks good and pulled together. And, she always finds the best deals. And, she loves me.
Combine all of those things, and I end up with my own personal shopper. I didn’t even appoint her. She buys me the best clothes. And, when she dresses me, I always look good.
Oh, and the counter top thing? I don’t have a bathroom island…or a kitchen island…so, I’ve got a small patch of wood floor in the foyer. Does that count, OHMommy?
I present you…my dress (that has black in it, but it’s mostly ivory). And, Mr. Serious gets to play, too, because I never shared the picture from our anniversary (12-20).
Emily dressed us both. So despite the fact that we were both dog-tired, I think we still look pretty good! And, of course, I had a little help in the mid-section (read: post baby area) from the wonderful Spanx. Who cares that it hurt to sit in the seat because they sucked me in so tight….because they did just that.
