Wow, three posts in one day. Can anyone think of an innovative way to say, “Get a life?”
I’m heading out to supper with Graham, Mom and Matt shortly. I hate getting ready for special occasions, or even when there is any decision-making needed for what I’ll wear. I feel like I’m missing that “girly gene”. I’m not good with makeup or clothes, really. I like to wear jeans and t-shirts. There’s not a lot in my closet I feel is pretty. I’m so casual all the time. Which is why when we got married I hired someone to make me pretty!
Somehow I manage to pull myself together and feel half-pleased with my appearance before heading out, jeans, t-shirt (mascara), and all.
OMG we most definitely have the same genes running (more specifically, NOT running) through us