Monday

Today is my sweet Husband's birthday. I am more excited than he is, but I think that is because I reap the benefits of his continued attractiveness. Woo hoo! Holla!!!

Speaking of looking good, I would like to talk about me. I am looking okay today myself. I have on my black pencil skit and tank with a gray fitted sweater. The sweater has a cute hareliquin pattern in white and yellow to add some color. I ate some Girl Scout Cookies that I am sure will make my stomach swell, but it was worth it.

My outfit is pretty nice for a Monday. This is especially true considering my absolute refusal to wear anything that needed to be ironed. (I was really trying to get to work on time today.) However, there are still two things that are ruining my overall look.

The first is my footwear. I have on heather grey tights and black boots. I wanted to wear my black boots this morning, just not these black boots. The black boots I want to wear have something wrong with the heel and every time I stepped down or tried to walk it felt like it was going to pop off. So, I have on the boots that I bought to wear on my swollen feet when I was pregnant. So much for no longer rocking the maternity gear.

Secondly is my hair. I currently look like I should either be in the video or be followed by a soundtrack playing "Rock Me, Amadeaus". My hair is crazy, but that is my fault. I went to work on Saturday and let my hair air dry because I would have been late if I tried to do anything else. I then left it that way on Sunday until right before bed when the thought came to me that the volume level was a little loud for my "corporate" work environment. In an effort to "bring it down a notch" I braided the front and the very back. That is right I left the middle just like it was. (That makes 3 days without comb or brush. I never said that this was a well thought out plan, but it is the one I decided to go with.)

My plan was not all bad. I did get the back to a managable level, but the front just will not be tamed. I just did not have it in me to really try to make it better this morning, so I added a headband and kept it moving. I had almost forgotten all about it until my sweet LoLo said to me this morning, "Mommy, I can see your hair...Your hair is SO big." Actually, I think he said too big because he was trying to play some version of Hide and Seek and my hair was keeping me from being hidden.

The best part had to be the looks on my friend's faces. They all have the same "Whoa!" look and then they smile because I think at this point they are beyond any real surpise that I would have left the house like this. I think they are just hoping that I don't do it again tomorrow thinking that I look good. I know when they think I look good. I also know when they want to strap me down and have an intervention. Today is an in-between day.

I think they are going to let me slide today. You know, since its Monday!