On Saturday I spent some time getting prettied up, which was fun because I spend the majority of my time either teaching, writing, cleaning, folding, yelling, blowing noses...you get my point. As the mother of four boys I get into a boy rut where I forget that I am, in fact, a girl. My husband even said "Wow, you look pretty!" He was shocked and was reminded that he married a girl.
Here is my favorite one of the bunch...
Here is one of me and 'da book, and I love it!
oh, and this happened! Everyday.
I'm done taking myself to seriously now! There I am!