Izzy was very excited to make her first snow angel.
In some spots, the snow was really deep!!
Thank goodness Daddy knows how to work the snowblower! Hooray!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Wordless Weekend
We got back from our trip to New Orleans in just enough time to play in the 7 or 8 inches of fresh snow. Mommy doesn't own a snow suit, so she was the designated photographer. The girls shoveled, made snow angels, and tried to bury Daddy in the snow.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Bust-Laid Plans
**You are reading (another) re-post. This originally ran a year ago. Enjoy & Happy New Year!
So, in my continuing quest to be attractive to my husband and make an effort with my appearance, I put on a retired lace bra this evening. I think although I purchased this bra with aforementioned bust intentions (ok, bad joke), it has rarely, if ever, actually been worn. Instead it has been hibernating in a drawer, crammed underneath lots of other more reliable/comfortable/practical underthings.
Not long after I donned said bra, I began itching furiously. There is nothing more un-sexy than a woman scratching her chest and constantly adjusting herself in hopes that it will stop.
Scritch. Scra-a-a-a-atch. Itch. Scritch scratch. Itchy itchy. What are there, bugs in my blouse?
"What is wrong with you?" Hubs asked, staring at me in utter horror. Even the dog looked at me curiously. I peeked down my shirt and noted that a red rash was quickly spreading over my skin.
I explained to Hubs that according to Issac Mizrahi, if you start with beautiful underthings, you will begin to feel more beautiful and radiate confidence, etc. And that there's nothing more sexy than a confident woman. He rolled his eyes at me. I stormed into our bedroom, yanked off the offending article of clothing, replaced it with my boring, everyday brassiere and here I sit relating this tale.
This is precisely why I have such a hard time sticking with this sort of thing, this "making an effort." I just end up with a rash and a husband who thinks I'm one sandwich short of a picnic.
So, in my continuing quest to be attractive to my husband and make an effort with my appearance, I put on a retired lace bra this evening. I think although I purchased this bra with aforementioned bust intentions (ok, bad joke), it has rarely, if ever, actually been worn. Instead it has been hibernating in a drawer, crammed underneath lots of other more reliable/comfortable/practical underthings.
Not long after I donned said bra, I began itching furiously. There is nothing more un-sexy than a woman scratching her chest and constantly adjusting herself in hopes that it will stop.
Scritch. Scra-a-a-a-atch. Itch. Scritch scratch. Itchy itchy. What are there, bugs in my blouse?
"What is wrong with you?" Hubs asked, staring at me in utter horror. Even the dog looked at me curiously. I peeked down my shirt and noted that a red rash was quickly spreading over my skin.
I explained to Hubs that according to Issac Mizrahi, if you start with beautiful underthings, you will begin to feel more beautiful and radiate confidence, etc. And that there's nothing more sexy than a confident woman. He rolled his eyes at me. I stormed into our bedroom, yanked off the offending article of clothing, replaced it with my boring, everyday brassiere and here I sit relating this tale.
This is precisely why I have such a hard time sticking with this sort of thing, this "making an effort." I just end up with a rash and a husband who thinks I'm one sandwich short of a picnic.
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