When you stay home, one day tends to blend in to the next, Monday is no different for me than Thursday- sounds good, but then Friday isn't quite as exciting. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to stay home, but sometimes I think "what is my purpose?", I can't even be dressed before 11 am! I should be getting in the kind of shape other women hate you for, it's not like I don't have the time, I just don't have the gumption and besides... who would hate me? I have no one to strut in front of in my 1/2 shirt and spandex shirt...
Darling went off to school with no glasses... have YOU seen them?
I haven't...
Do you remember last summer when the Mister was having an affair with his hoe right in our own backyard? Remember how I got beat up by his hoe and darling daughter's baby hoe? Yeah, well I did!
(I think I linked to that post... I think)
So anyway, he's starting up the whole garden thing ALREADY! People we had SNOW on Saturday- SNOW!
I'd have taken a picture but I was in the fetal position under the dining room table sucking my thumb! How OVER the snow am I?
We use to have grass in our yard
Look at darling, she looks like a little pioneer girl walkin' the fields!
that giant plot, obviously, wasn't big enough so this strip is for vines, or asparagus or... something.
Darling planted potatoes and the mister covered them with milk jugs- I guess that's what you call a poor mans greenhouse? Oh wait, darling doesn't look like a pioneer girl, she looks like a poor little homeless girl! Brown jacket, black & white striped leggings, Disney Princess boots that we call her
Kiss Boots
Ok, they're not "THAT" bad, but these are NOT fashion boots and I believe I'm going to have to put my foot down and make this the last pair of these fuzzy, light-up, thick soled, tacky boots!
and how about my little hill-billy girl?
She dressed herself... do you see a trend here? The picture above with the brown & black, this one with the jean shorts, bikini top, & the kiss boots... I've got some work to do with this one!
Why yes, that is the Ol Mississippi, the Mighty Miss between my eyes... Anyone willing to share a botox story?
Ok, I have to go get on the treadmill so the dog will be all jealous and stuff...
Happy Thursday, or Monday, or whatever day it is...
7 comments:
Love the last picture of you and your daughter- adorable! What a garden your Mister has planned! I am itching to garden, but we need to wait awhile more here in Minnesota :)
That is the MOST adorable pic of you and Darling!! She is just the cutest and I think you are fabulous, Mississippi or not! Pinkie Swear!
LuLU♥♥♥
Ever since you said on Twitter that you have to shop in the girls' clothing section, you had me jealous. I never shopped there, even when I was a girl. Rather than a woman, I mean. I went straight from super skinny to super hippy over night. It wasn't fair and it gave me stretch marks when I was 12, 110 pounds, and 5 feet 8 inches tall. Now I would love to just have the stretch marks to complain about. But I digress. I found Darling's glasses. They are in the second and last pictures. I bet the hoe got them. Check with "her".
I wish my husband had a hoe. Then she could plan us some lovely veggies so I wouldn't have to go to the grocery store and pick through the crappy ones.
And maybe the hoe could do some housework around here.
As for exercise, it makes me tired and then I need a nap and then a snack and then another nap so I avoid it.
I have a botox story. I had a boss once that would drive to Little Rock and get botox at THE MALL! BOTOX AT THE MALL! Yes, she would come back looking like The Joker with like a dozen little holes over each brow. She looked like a fool for about the first day and then fabulous every day after that!
*Giggling****
Look at her adorable trend! How cute, bikini,short jeans and kiss boots...killing! I love your backyard, love the firld can be arrange playing football instead:) potatoes?! Excellent! mail some for me perhaps*LOL*
Beautiful week for you cutie!
xoxo
♥zoe♥
Oh thanks girls... I happen to think my daughter is the bee's knees!
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