*I got bangs a few weeks ago and the following week, Taylor Swift also got bangs. Coincidence? Maybe. But Taylor, I'm WATCHING YOU. Never mind that Carrie Underwood got bangs a couple weeks before I did and was actually the inspiration behind my current cut, Taylor totally copied me. I would post a picture but the bangs and I are still getting to know each other. Some days I love them, some days I curse the day I ever saw that picture of Carrie Underwood with bangs in the magazine, and all days I feel like I'm riding a fine line between frumpy house wife in mom jeans, 9 year old girl, and cutting edge fashionista. I do have to say that weeks 3 & 4 post bang hair cut seem to be the optimal bang performance time. The first few weeks I felt like they were way too short and now in week 5 I feel like they are getting too long. But long's ok because I think I'm growing them out. Now you see why my Christmas letter was 4 pages long? I can make a mountain out of a molehill.
And now that I've verbally vomited about my bangs for an entire paragraph, I'm not sure that I have anything else to say.
*Alright, if I must. A few years ago, we started doing the whole Elf on a Shelf thing. We named our elf Oogey and a new tradition was born. It's so much fun to see where Oogey ends up every morning (when he remembers to move) and use him as leverage when the kids are misbehaving. Ex: "What kind of report do you think Oogey will give to Santa when he goes to the North Pole tonight?" What?!? HE DOES! Here's where he was today after he returned from his nightly North Pole trip....
The real Michael Buble. The resemblance, it's uncanny.
One dozen cupcakes...ruined, destroyed, finito. 1 new oven....a smoky, cupcake remains covered mess. The last pan of cupcakes of the night as I was taking it out of the oven. I wanted to cry. Just in case you thought it was all sprinkles and sunshine 'round here.
My fuzzy pink slippers complete with a splat of cupcake batter and chocolate ganache. Monday was one of those days that these went on the minute I got home from work and I had no intentions of taking them off. Which is why I wore them when I took Ryder to wrestling practice and also why I gave him STRICT instructions to be out and waiting for me after practice was over so I didn't have to come in the building to get him while wearing my fuzzy pink slippers. I pulled up a few minutes after practice was over just to be sure to allow him enough time to change his shoes and come outside but do you think he did? NOOOOOOO. Do you think it was on purpose? YESSSSSSSS. After about 8 minutes of waiting, I figured that most of the other parents had already come and gone so I'd be safe in entering the building in my FPS. I tossed my pride aside and walked, FPS and all, into the building. And walked right into one of our neighbors! And then Ryder magically appeared, which gives me further cause to believe that he waited to come out on purpose. Not pictured, my messy hair going 14 different directions with frosting in it, my old yoga pants with cupcake batter all over them, my baggy, shabby sweatshirt and the flour on my face. I was a sight. It's fine, I didn't use my dignity much anyway.