Here is my arm flab, white, free, and fluttering like a colonial war surrender flag.
I have surrendered to the fact that my pretty, early twenties body is gone.
Surely I can find a use for these flabby arms.
Like dust with them or something? Or put my arms in the freezer and use my arm fat as an ice pak for when the kids get an owie?
And yes I am wearing a creepy/nakey doll. I attended a costume party (we were supposed to dress from our fave decade; mine is the 50s but hippie had to do)..and with just 15 minutes to get ready I basically just dressed like a granola mom. Which I kindof am. And other drivers were weirded out by the fake baby on my chest while driving. I felt like I was on What Would You Do? or some prankster show.
Since you are now probably suffering some sort of trauma from those hippie pics, I'll leave you with some subjects much easier on the eyeball:Wilder's curls are coming back. The humidity helps.Spring is here.
Guest post and giveaway on my friend Tricia's blog today. Check it out!