That song is totally stuck in my head. Fair? Certainly not. But now it's stuck in your head too. Welcome, my miserable company! I like you!
So Gracey McGracerson (She said I could call her that) (No she didn't) (sorry for lying to you) (I'm on my third glass of wine) (not really) (Okay fine, really) had this fab idea to have us all post pics of ourselves in our Turkey-giving finery and since so many people would be doing it, we wouldn't feel guilty about not waxing poetic about all the glorious glory that fills every nook and cranny of our lives. Which it does, of course. Especially this Ginormous Rooster wine or whatever it's called.
So I forced my husband to snap some photos out in our unseasonably warm weather today (have I been saying that all year? Warm and toasty up in here, y'all) and not a single one of them turned out. So I'm going to show them ALL to you! Because what's better than one stinktastical photo? Yes! Six stinktastical photos!
|actually sinking into the mud. notice heel of left foot...|
|time to sass someone for something barn related. notice left heel completely immersed in mud.|
|"oh! you're taking them? let me pose. after I take a drink."|
|"you guys, I was serious about the dog. what the heck???"|
|"really? behind the clothesline? good times."|
|sun glare obscures 3/4 of facial features|
Black dress- same little shop in Bordeaux, the day I bought those short boots from a couple of weeks ago
Leggings with uber 80's esqe ankle zipper- gifted
Black chandelier earrings and bracelet- plastic. Probably Claire's or NY&Co. Probably bogo for $6. Been sportin' since '02.
That's all, folks. Sweet potato pie with a hugegantical serving of whipped cream accompanied by a big ol' mug of coffee (definitely not spiked with kahlua) is calling my name. How weird is it that my food talks to me?
Now go see Grace and all the other lovely ladies-not-lumps!