I came home from work, and started [good-naturedly] teasing Miss C about her booty shorts, and fashion, and summer style. Lola chimed in, and before I knew it, the gauntlet was thrown, and an ultimatum was given … if Mom can fit into said booty shorts, they become Mom Shorts, and therefore lose all trendiness, and can no longer be worn by teenagers, even in a heat wave.
To everyone‘s surprise — and I do mean EVERYONE — I now own a ”new“ pair of Mom Shorts.
Finally — FINALLY— going for a run outside in leggings that will surely piss off that
Notre Dame mother of boys. Continue reading
Morning coffee in my power sweatshirt. Seriously, it’s powered. The Christmas lights light up. Just like my work inbox. Be a Boss Lady out there today, friends.
Dear Tawana … the yellow blazer fits perfectly. Your firstborn received a lot of compliments about it, especially from her kids who told her she looked bee-u-tiful. Thank you! Love, Julie
Salzburg is so beautiful, even in the rain. I wish I could capture and share on here how this market smelled of cloves, cinnamon, mulled wine, and sugared almonds.
I just told her to cut it all off.
It’s Wednesday, Oct. 3rd. You know what that means.
The references are from the movie “Mean Girls” which has magically turned Oct. 3 into a fun social media event.
This is the second day in a row these two unintentionally dressed alike. Gonna have to track down yesterday’s photo, but you can take my word for it.
Martin: “I like your murse.”
J: “My what?”
Martin: “Your man purse.”
J: “I made it myself. For my rocks.”
Martin: “That’s awesome.”
J: “Know who else made a murse? Ötzi, the frozen man. For his arrows. Only his was made of leather. Mine is yarn.”
Took these ladies dirndl shopping, and now? Lunch in the park!