Friday, March 6, 2009

I Wear My Life On My Sleeve

I told Justin yesterday that instead of asking how my day was, he can just look at my shirt and get a pretty good idea.


My new attitude about snot/slobber/spit-up on my clothes: If I'm not getting my picture taken or going on an interview, I don't care.

2 comments:

Jolene said...

Wow, that's as gross as my shirts look!

Kirsta Silvey said...

If I didn't have to go to work every day, I never would change out of my day pajamas. I can't get dressed until right before I have to leave for work because Colin likes to mark his territory or something. Some days I rotate through 3 or 4 shirts, depending on the amount of spit on them.