Because we need a little levity here…..

Lord help me……

I am married to a man

that wears corduroy slippers,

socks,

and flannel pajama bottoms.

Just.like.his.dad.

*gulp*

 

Guess I should just give up now….

go out and buy a pair of high waisted mom-jeans

let my hair go grey

wear a foam visor

buy a holiday themed embroidered sweatshirt

and a sensible pair of shoes. Perhaps from the Hush Puppy store.

It won’t be long before I begin to resemble my little grass head here.

It was a cute pink ribbon marketing ploy that I fell for at the craft store a few weeks ago.

Since I had so much fun entertaining myself with   caring for the grass heads that Santa brought the kids for Christmas, I bought her.  The Christmas ones lasted until they were neglected over our vacation, a good six months.

Her? Well, I fear,  she isn’t aging as well……

I will assume she is a 40 something perimenopausal woman such as myself -

as not only is she getting some age spots on her face, she is losing the same battle with her upper lip hair that I am.

But wait -

there is a light at the end of the tunnel -

Sir Fartsalot’s waist band is still at hip level!
So until the morning I wake up and see him walk by with his waist band around his midsection, I can hold off on the sensible shoes!