The Things were angels. I'm dead freaking serious. Except for the random bursts of ear drum shattering shrieking from Thing 2, they were absolutely perfect.
Even though my kids were well-mannered and Brock had showered and put on clothes that didn't have dry wall and paint all over them (he saves those treasures for sleeping in- so snugly), people kept staring at our table. I'm sure most of them were thinking that our children looked like catalog models but I started feeling self-conscious. Maybe it was the fact the no one in our family had brushed our hair (which is why I was wearing a hat)... or maybe it was my hat. Either way, when we were walking to the truck I mentioned that maybe I was looking a bit more eccentric than people were used too, to which Brock responded, "Yeah, you are an odd sort."
Whatever. He married me. And I think that my outfit was kind of cute, even though I was wearing one of my standard summer mumus and had napped in the clothes earlier in the day. It certainly was comfortable... hence the napping.
What do you think?
|I like cheap green Old Navy dresses.|
Now that I think about it, maybe people were staring because we are cRaZy.