Mama You Are Pretty

Carnival? Sure!

Haddie is on my lap. It is Sunday morning. I have been working and drinking coffee in solitude. A solitude that required no heels, makeup or accessorizing. So here I am in my favorite flannel pajama pants that are worn embarassingly thin along the inseam as a direct result of years of abuse by my well endowed thighs. I am a runner. Why, why do I have these mammoth thighs? My hair, normally tamed under hundreds of dollars worth of potions, gels, defrizzing shampoos and smoothing treatments is loose and free and out of control. My face is scrubbed clean without a hint of lipgloss, eyeliner, … [Read more...]