God, wasn't yesterday hot? The most skin I was prepared to bare was an sliver of an ankle. I find the fashion of longskirts and maxi dresses very useful for disguising lumps and bumps, especially the empire lines which fall straight from the bust. However, mine was topped off with a cardi to disguise the fat. Bart was surprised when he saw me. The combats and the T-shirts replaced with a lovely flowing (black) boob tube dress....could I really go through the day without my uniform and still get "down and dirty"? "Mummy, you look nice" he said "Are you wearing makeup? You normally look like a boy". BH countered it with "Woah, where are YOU going, hot lady! " I must say, I felt nice. It felt good to wear a dress and feel feminine for once. It wasn't restrictive and I could move quickly even if the flip flops kept flipping off in my haste to get somewhere fast. I was able mow the lawn, do the washing, and walk the dogs. I co
A glimpse into the life of me and mine...oh, and I sometimes have a "potty mouth"!