I’ve got a hot date tomorrow. That’s true incentive for shaving my legs. Screw sex or anything relating to it, I want to wear capris. And I waxed my eyebrows. (Which was the incentive to give Isobel a doughnut today – a whole one, to herself.) So my former Brooke Shield’s-esque invisibrow has now been shaped to frame the wrinkles above them, nicely.
Yes, I have wrinkles from raising my eyebrows. I’m old. Or surprised a lot.
Note:
Side-boob is not naked. This is a mommy blog, afterall.
That belly? All rootbeer and hot chocolate, I swear.
This was taken a week ago – my eleventh week. There’s been further root beer consumed.
Yes, my 21-month old does need her own calendar, in her own room. And it is Dora.
