The lunatics sucked me in again.
While I don't wear joggers or old sheets, I am frequently in some sort of undress
while blogging in the comfort of my home office.
As I laid under the trees amongst the dog poo and talked with the fairies,
I debated on whether or not I was up to the challenge of
having my photo taken
looking like crap au natural.
I had real clothes on yesterday and newly chopped off hair.
Did you know that laying in the grass causes your droopy old face to look thinnnner?
It does. Or maybe it was the poo fairies.
What to do?
The loonies want to know what I wear while I blog.
Well this is it, girls!
I am usually in a pair of old jeans and a shirt and too frequently barefoot.
My feet hurt but I have been known to trip in my flip flops.
It's a trade off.
Guests stop by unexpectedly.
Don't tell George.
Sometimes I wear a hat.
I like hats.
If I'm not wearing real clothes, I look like this.
What am I wearing you ask?
A hot pink tube dress and a hoodie.
The stretchy dress because it is too damn early to be putting on a bra.
I am so perky here...except for those bags under my sleep deprived eyes.
Only working on one cuppa Joe.
Magic man needs to put down that camera and get me more coffee.
I feel some cranky coming on with not having slept last night.
I'm going to change into this little maniac's outfit
and pitch a fit
unless I get some more coffee.
And Captain Crunch.
Yep, I am her today.
You owe me dinner and drinks, girls.
Go see the other crazies at the party!