The Daily Post sent out this prompt on January 18th. I’m getting faster at responding!
There is no photograph to illustrate it, for reasons that will become apparent.
The Hub bought me a velour track suit today. It is so comfortable, I think he should buy me another.
Save yourselves – I am beyond help.
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)