Don't you love it when you see a picture of a pregnant woman in an awesome get-up, excitedly discover she has a blog, click on it, and discover that not only is she not pregnant, she's a model who was born with the bored and beautiful look that makes it look like she looks great by accident and the fact you're impressed is a bit pathetic but mostly SO BORING, and the shot you thought was pregnancy was actually just wind (by which I mean blow, blow, thou winter wind, not food-baby wind)? Me too. But it perfectly fits a day when you're crabby, crampy, getting sick, and having to wear your love-heart pajama pants because your respectable ones are in the wash, and you didn't ever think you'd live somewhere so cold/become a recluse this young and need more than two pairs.
By way of apology for the visual (and if you really want to earn it: my dog picked up one of my used tissues and... I let him eat it), some pictures of what might be... if only.
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