I'm Sexy and I Know It

As I was driving to Walmart today I passed a woman jogging.  In the snow.  As in it was actively snowing and she wasn't even out of breath.  And she looked like this

Except she had a long sleeve shirt on and her hair looked like she had just curled the ends of it like you might do in the morning before work (and in my case it would look awesome for all about the 30 minutes it took me to do it and then would look awful by the time I got to work).  And it was sexily blowing in the breeze like she was a supermodel doing a shoot with a fan blowing at her.  Considering I wouldn't run in this weather (this weather...who am I kidding...I wouldn't run if it was 74 and sunny) if someone was chasing me with a machete I was pretty impressed. 

I was even more impressed that she looked like she had just done her hair and make up especially considering that this is what I looked like when we met Paul for lunch today (and when we went to Walmart, but everyone looks bad at Walmart so it's all good)

It doesn't matter which one you're looking at.  I pretty much looked like all of them.  I couldn't even remember if I had brushed my hair today, but if I had to guess I'd go with no.  I'm pretty sure I brushed my teeth.  I hadn't showered, and I may or may not have had clean underwear on.  I was up every 90 minutes last night either from having to pee, trying to breathe (yay congestion), or because my throat hurt so don't judge me.

Emma has this this ear muff head band that is red on one side and blue on the other (it was free from Gymboree when we got her Santa pics done) and I have a bright pink one.  To say Emma loves these headbands would be an understatement. 

 

Em insists that we wear them together.  Everyday.  This usually consists of me sitting on the couch as she tries to strangle me with it.  Today she insisted we wear them out of the house.  To go with  my blue top, blue jeans, khaki uggs, and green button up sweater because I was too lazy to find something else.  I was able to take off the pink headband in the car; however, when we got to lunch and Daddy had his hat on, Emma wanted to wear her headband, and Mommy was forced to wear her hot pink headband.  Paul, in fact, commented on how fantastic my outfit was and how NOTHING I had on matched except my shirt and jeans which completely matched.

 

Me: My animal print pants are out of control.

 

Paul: Every officer has a trophy wife.  You're mine.

 

Me:  I'm sexy and I know it.

 

Don't hate me because I'm hot.