Arty Slick – Day 18
As much as I loved my Arty Slick outfit yesterday at the museum was about as much as I hated the outfit that I wore to chaperone my son’s field trip today.
I woke up late this morning (7:15) and had about forty-five minutes to do the following — open up the chicken coop, feed the pig, feed the goats and take them to their pen, feed dogs and cats, make four lunches, get kids awake, feed kids breakfast and get kids ready for school… oh, and take a shower, find some stunningly wonderful outfit, put on make up and look runway ready!
Where was my husband for all this you ask? Well, it was his birthday today so he was sitting on the couch sipping coffee and playing the ukelele. I kid you not. What can you say to someone on their birthday? You cannot. You can only think what you’d like to say on their birthday and instead you just say, “Happy Birthday, my darling ukelele playing coffee sipping husband. Please just sit there and enjoy the floor show called, ‘Watch your wife run around like a crazy person.”
So the “beautifying” part of my morning took about eight minutes, including shower. I want to enjoy my outfits, not endure my outfits and this was an outfit to endure. I just threw on something black and a chunky necklace and ran out the door. Sure, black wasn’t a great choice considering we were going on a field trip a California mission in ninety degree heat, but did I think of that as I was running out the door dropping an open bag of Pirate’s Booty on our porch? No, I did not.
I thought about how much I hate the song, “Little Grass Shack” — the song my husband was playing as he casually watched the Pirates Booty blow across our lawn…