Happy Sunday, ya'll!! I'm sitting in the sunshine, with my feet propped up, enjoying an afternoon va-cay from the kitchen as the boys pull KP for me, post mega-brunch, which included a finale of donuts (compliments of dad)....donuts I should not have eaten but couldn't resist dunking in my cozy cup of joe. Mmmmmm!
One of the boys made a "boys tunes" playlist on the computer, and whenever a massive chore is due, they crank it up, and cleaning gets kicked into high gear. I love it! There's nothing like seeing your sons slop suds while jamming out to Bon Jovi's "Livin' on a Prayer" - it's quality entertainment!
I hate to admit it, but I was the reason Steve had to break all the road rules to get us to mass on time this morning. Rising early as usual to get the Sunday morning routine prepped, I had planned to throw together a skirt, tights, heels or boots combo and call it good, but wouldn't you know, almost every pair of my tights had holes or runs in them.
Oh, holy HELLen.
I must have been suffering from temporary visual impairment last year when packed them all away for the summer.
After four lightening speed outfit changes, the holes in my tights were wearing holes in my patience. I needed another shower. It's like an aerobic workout getting in and out of those suckers. The only pair that wasn't shredded was a black and grey argyle pair, circa 2004, that probably should be demoted to the Halloween costume box. Finally, I conceded to wearing pants, which I'm not a big fan of wearing to church (no judgement, ya'll, it's just my personal preference).
Trousers: Ann Taylor Loft
My Favorite Shoes Ever: Anthropologie