My life is so glamorous I can barely stand it.
Nothing makes you feel more like a lady than sweat and an overspray pedicure.
Some random frame pictures found while cleaning up my CF card.
This girly frame was actually a tin frame.
...with a big monogram...
Speaking of distressed - that's exactly how I felt yesterday when my Baker , a sweet six year old with a strange sense of humor and enormous vocabulary, made a girl cry.
Evidently, she told him he was a lousy checkers player - so he told her "Well, your mom has a hairy chest."
Where the heck did he come up with that?
He tearfully apologized to her dad, and I scurried away before the mom had a chance to ask what happened.
We had a long talk about being kind to others, and a checkers lesson.