WE HAVE A WINNER!
I’m sure you could barely sleep last night wondering if you were going to be the lucky winner of these socks.
Not to mention that you get a stylish hat as well. I give nothing but the best! I’m happy to announce Mindy from Primitiques ‘n Poetry as our winner. Congratulations Mindy!!! Snakelover will happy you won the hat.
As happy as I am for Mindy, I’m a little sad that Cher didn’t win. I know how much she WANTED these socks. Don’t worry Cher, Santa’s on his way. You may get a pair stuffed in your stocking.
Tuesday I went to brunch with a friend and afterwards we went Christmas shopping. Not in the mall, but in a quaint little port town. The ferry between Long Island and Connecticut docks there and the town is filled with cute little shops and restaurants. As I was walking out the door, I noticed what I was wearing and realized that I was dressed like it was Dare To Wear day part two.
After cooking for Thanksgiving, I’m becoming accustomed to my life resembling Ground Hog’s Day. Have you seen that movie? I made a rice dish three times before getting it right and made two pecan pies because I screwed up the first. Now I was reliving Dare To Wear.
What’s going on? Is the needle stuck on the record player? My life is quickly becoming like a bad movie.
I had to retrieve one of these shoes from under the house – the puppy. By the time I made it to the bus stop that afternoon, one of the moms looked at me and said “What in the world are you wearing? Is this for your blog again?”
I stood condemned with no excuse. This is normal wear. I not only thought these tights were warm, but they were also happy. I like them.
Last night FringeMan, myself, and our two kids squished onto our puffy sofa – the denim sofa that sucks you into its’ folds leaving only your appendages free to grab pop-corn. We watched the lighting of Rockefeller Center’s Christmas Tree. The last show of the night featured the Rockettes.
As the Rockettes were fluidly kicking their long, lean, long, perfectly shaped, long legs into the air, FringeMan looked adoringly at me and said, “Honey, you could be a Rockette.”
Before a second passed, my normally sweet daughter chimed in saying, “But you’d have to get skinny first.”
Thank you Annaliese! My tree trunks can be kicked just as high into the air as the Rockettes “skinny” legs. My daughter is single-handedly causing me to have self-esteem issues. Earlier in the evening she drew this portrait of me.
At first glance I thought this was a basset hound wearing a crown. My daughter has reduced me to a basset with her jowls hanging. Excuse me while I lie around and sleep all day. Oh, I can’t forget to drool on the furniture and eat a slipper for lunch.