S-M-R-T... just like Homer Simpson... (d'oh!)
So I had to go to my niece's initiation into a youth group (which I belonged to in another life as well) last Tuesday, and made the mistake of getting ready for it at work. Now my office is very lax about dress code, and when I had surgery I announced to my boss that I would only be wearing jeans to wor****il I hit goal (since jeans are the easiest thing to find at the thrift store). Well, I waited until about 5:15 to change, but it was too early. I got caught!
Today's the first day the photos are going around. It's funny hearing the occasional "ooh" or "ahh" and know it's about it you.
PS: the only thing I'm remotely dissatisfied with are my legs.
Thanks, Lauren! And also thank you for posting your photos a while back. I, for whatever reason, could NOT figure out how to do it, so I showed my computer proficient (geek) boyfriend your post of your photos of you and your husband, and said, "show me how to do this." Somehow, it worked.
Still not used to this newfangled OH... oh well.