I got home from church, took off my "church clothes" and sat down in my living room and ate the leftover eggrolls from last night in granny panties and a tank top.
Eric walks into the room, looks at me with food all over me and sauce on my face, shakes his head, and wanders into the bathroom.
What can I say, I dress to impress on Sunday mornings!
Little Miss Mishy Mash lives!
ReplyDeleteWhat now?
ReplyDeleteYou used to do the same thing when you were a baby. The food wasn't just right unless you were wearing it, and then you'd gobble it up.
ReplyDeleteDarn right - I gotta get that Anne flavor all over it first!
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