If you had been a fly on the wall of our master bedroom this Sunday morning you would have rolled your eyes in disgust.
There I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling channeling my inner 16 year old lamenting that I didn't have a single thing to wear and I especially didn't have a new dress to wear for Easter.
The ear doctor looked at me, shook his head in confusion and left the room.
Maybe it's time to make a few additions to the old Sunday repertoire. Thank goodness for Shabby Apple, right?
I could get this
Or even this
But I'll probably end up with this
Because of this