How does this happen?
Never mind the groovy bubble -- look at what I am wearing!Just because your daughter's name is Winnie, and just because someone thought it would be cute to give you a pullover with Winnie-the-pooh on it -- this does not mean you have to wear it.
And sweats? I love sweats -- after all, I'm a suburban mom, they're part of the uniform -- but for the sake of having an ounce of fashion sense, you don't need to wear them until they are drooping, shapeless, and downright ooky. And tuck them into your shoes why don't you. What was up? And where were my friends while this outfit was out and about?
That's what I want to know.
posted by kim at
3:06 PM
3 Comments:
whoah, big cool bubble!
witty blouse...
and scaaaarrryyyyy dog! it looks so fierce... *shivers*
That's Izzy -- she'll eat you.
Well, maybe not eat you -- but she will destroy any and all bubbles you blow.
Her mother took a bullet and lived to bark about -- that's the kind of stock I'm talking about.
...I should blog that story some day (although that's the gyst of it -- her mom got shot.)
you look like a great mom. what's so funny about that picture is that the kids are over doing their own thing, yet you're STILL playing with the bubbles... hahaha.
and dont sweat the Pooh shirt. it just makes you more endearing and loveable!
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