Here's the best of the goods which is obviously great.
I'm becoming a bit of a black widow that isn't actually a widow and is obviously with child because all I want to do is wear black, black, and more black with a splash of brown and neutral to keep things spicy. We went to the playground after Mass to try to squeeze allllll the energy out of the kids so that they would take the best naps of their lives and Simon gave me an up-down and had lots of questions about ladies fashion and the differences between dresses, tunics, and shirts. I think he concluded that I was wearing an inappropriately short dress that should be marketed as a shirt but gets away with the old "tunic" excuse. He would be right except that he's wrong because modesty leggings are involved.
We were 10 minutes late for a 30 minute Mass and after communion but before the final blessing the huffy lady behind me gave me a little shoulder tap and not-whispered that a runaway fruit snack had fallen out of my pocket and onto my (her word!!!!) "heiny". I don't know if I was more embarrassed for myself and my sticky heiny or for her 64-year-old self for tattle tailing on a one-year-old's future afternoon snack.
it's all in the 'tails:
tunic: Gap Maternity
leggings: Old Navy
boots: Famous Footwear
Mass Behavior Grades:
Julia: C- (complained that every part of her body hurt - even her dress)
Bash: D+ (pretended to seize for the majority of the celebration)
Linking up with the fine ladies of Fine Linen and Purple ... again.
I need to stop posting at night ... I sound so angry.