31 Days of Styling Tips (with unsolicited opinions!)
I have an awesome weekly gig, watching my two nieces while my Dr Brother teaches his college-age students about the human anatomy. Not having any girls of my own (I have three boys,) I like to take these weekly fiascoes to get my fair share of girl time. Today was wrought with Disney Princesses (okay, just one,) songs I can't stop singing (No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wiiiiiissh will come trueeeeeee) and a trip to the grocery store. I needed a few last minute items for dinner, and I (in my wisdom and old age) decided that taking a not-quite-one-year-old and a not-quite-three-year-old would be old hat for me. And it was. Right up until I got the two bags tossed in the car and bent down to get my sweet little niece out of the front of that cumbersome plastic cart. Clutched tightly to her chest was a shiny new package of stolen M&M's. I am not making this up: I had just chucked a carton of ice cream in my car, knowing that my sweet, fattening dessert could just barely survive the ride home before melting. Presented with taking my niece inside the store to return the stolen goods or saving my ice cream, I paused. And took my nieces back inside to return the M&Ms (where the Customer Service kid smiled and called my niece cute and smiled at her. I wanted to ask him to make her cry. I mean, I'm sure that is what her parents would've wanted, right? That being dealt with, we got all buckled in to the car and headed back home, hopefully with the ice cream still intact. Fast forward two minutes, and the thief starts yelling at her little sister. Why? Because she had fallen asleep, and we all know what a
The moral of this story? I make a better aunt than I do a mother. lol
What does this have to with 31 Days? Absolutely nothing. I just wanted to give you guys a peek into my daily life before I let you into my closet.......