I swear she was talking trash about me to BOB the whole time. I caught her mid-sentence complaining about my hair. BOB, it's not that stringy, I promise:
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The only reason I know it's not Sunday is because there are no coupons in the paper
And then this morning we walked to get coffee and although I did put on a sports bra, a clean zip-up sweatshirt, and whatever makeup was left on the brush, I totally wore the t-shirt/shorts I've worn as pajamas the last two nights.
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