Be A Duck
Actual conversation in my house last night, while I was running around barking contradictory orders at the kids:
The Hubs: Be. A. Duck.
TH: Like how water rolls off a ducks back? You should try that. Be a duck; they’re always calm, paddling around and quacking.
Me: How would you know? Ducks don’t have a lot of capacity for facial expression. Maybe they’re actually freaking out.
TH: Yeah, maybe that’s what it’s like to be a duck. The universe is against me and I can’t move my face!
Alright, so I can still move my face and I’m not a duck but I’m pretty sure the universe is against me anyway. And I didn’t do Me-Made-May today because I had to show up at school for an awards thing, and I was trying to find the least violent outfit in my closet (I wore my Zombies in Wonderland t-shirt so….I’m pretty sure I failed at THAT but I also wore a feminine skirt, so I’m just going to argue they cancelled each other out). Here’s what I threw on yesterday for MMM, Day 21:
Top: Refashioned band tee + Kohls juniors tee
Skirt: Me-made, New Look 6083, blogged about two posts ago
Socks: Gold Toe black crew
Shoes: Doc Martens 1460 8-eye boots
Yes, that’s my laundry room and that’s me feeling put-upon.