Thursday, March 10, 2011
Waiting and waiting....
JD and I are watching momma get dressed. Neither of our faces betrays what we are really thinking. Ok, I should NOT speak for JD. But I, myself was actually having the following thought process:
"Seriously woman. Those pants? They are one step removed from mom jeans. Who was with you when you bought them? Somebody should have stopped you. I do hope that when Dowi comes home she has the nerve to take those things and Good Will them away... Oh. that shirt. Miami Vice is off the air momma... Ok ok that shirt I like. Nooooo . Put away the spiky shoes. Go for the pretty purple flats. You are happier in those and they pop. Dowi should see that you are doing matchy matchy again... Besides, in the flats you are more willing to go for long walks. Not that belt. Really. Who raised you, Liberace? Just let that shirt speak for itself. Mhh . I would have picked a longer earring. But whatever. A vest? Quick someone show this woman today's date. Momma, the 70s are long gone. Come on, move along. You are done. Less is MORE. You are done, come on. Grab the raincoat and let's go. OMD... another change of shoes???? Boots. Oh yes it is raining. , and ... a change of raincoat.... of course... it has to match the hat... I would like to get this 15 minutes back, please... Ok big tail wag, it's almost over, show her excitement, maybe she will be compelled to get going already. 15 minutes just to get ready to go for a walk.... seriously... momma, we need to talk.....but now now, let's go!"
JD says he just counts how many things have to go on and come off and he says the average number is 8. Mhh. interesting approach. Whatever.. LET"S GO!!!
I am not judging you
...at least not that you can tell