With the warmer temperatures undoubtedly imminent I decided to pull out my (formerly) favorite capris last night...just for fun
I must've forgotten that they were size extra flared and extra slimming.
(Don't mind my housecoat. I wish I could say I staged this look and tried to look this frumpalump but...this is au natural my friends. Simon loves coming home after a long day at the office to my open arms donning my most feminine wares. Lucky man.)
They marched in for their slaughtering and came out hugging my legs a little too snuggly
paired with one thoroughly ironed metallic shirt and my house slippers
(and do my eyes deceive or is my scar finally and graciously fading every so slightly?)
hm. what else to report?
After I handed off a freshly bathed Julia to Simon this evening, he did (seriously) ask why I wash Julia's hair with shampoo that smells like the inside of a porta potty.
I directed him to the execs over at Johnson and Johnson.
and that is just about all folks.