I had to pick up DD from the downtown college campus library today. DH had dropped her off and was sweet enough to let me sleep in, so I didn't see them when they left early this morning. Big mistake. As I pull into the library parking lot, I see this girl out of the corner of my eye and think to myself, "She's very cute but that dress is way too short." Any idea who it was? Two guesses and one doesn't count.
I didn't say a word when DD got into the car, but apparently I'm no good at keeping my thoughts to myself. The first thing out of her mouth was, "I look a little too much like a hooker, don't I?" A really short dress combined with tall wedge heels can give that impression, but really, 'hooker' wasn't quite accurate. She was rockin' the boyfriend jacket like nobody's business, so we agreed on naughty schoolgirl instead. I love that we can have conversations like this without screaming at each other. This, my friends, is progressive. After I dropped her off at school, I picked up some tights for her to wear under the dress, so it's all good.
More good news--my cupcake eating cat Katie seems to have made a full recovery. She's looking a little scrawny, but an extra meal per day should rectify that. Always works for me.
Now, if everyone will just keep their butts covered and not throw up, maybe I can finish writing that hat pattern.