I felt tres, tres, accomplished.
Ugh. I hated it.
As soon as I got home, I thought, "Won't Cory be surprised to see me all fixed up!"
Then my sweatpants shot me a sneaky, come-hither look, and it was all over.
Next came the pony tail.
I'm sorry, I just feel overdressed these days if I'm in anything with a zipper.
I don't want my house thinking I'm all Stacy London-ed, breezing around the place in a dark washed boot cut and perky flats.
I've got a reputation to maintain.
Don't you wish you were there for that?
I'll tell you who was there - Calvin Lee.
He had his doctor's appointment today in the Big City, so we consolidated. He brought his back-pack and pulled out a wee notebook and pen when I walked to the front of the class.
If ever any of you finds yourself in the position of potential public speaking, Calvin is available, for a small fee. I promise, with him and his notebook in the room, you are guaranteed that no one will be listening to a word you say.
Really takes the pressure off.
As we were leaving, he told me, "Good job, Mommy. But you talked a little, little, little bit too much."
I know, sweetie. It can't be helped.
(ps - Takes one to know one.)
Major. Handful.
Incidentally, does anyone have $388.50 + tax I can borrow?