Wardrobe: When Husband first got home? Sweatpants, t-shirt, and baseball hat...yes, I'm a hottie. Explanation? I had a busy busy morning (i.e. rushing out of the house because of the cleaners to Target where I scored sneaks and boots and then somehow made it to the gym as well). I also gained a headache at the gym and couldn't get rid of it because the Ad.vil is upstairs and God forbid the Noise Nazi go up the stairs during naptime! I did change into workout capris, kept the baseball hat, and put on a green sweatshirt...happy freaking St. Patrick's Day, okay???
Script:
Wife (descending from second floor): Ugh...I hope this headache goes away soon! It's killing me!
Husband: You don't have to go...if you want to stay here, that's fine.
Wife: Do I look like a dyke? (not that there's anything wrong with that...Seinf.eld)
Husband (light circling his head because he's an angel for this next one): What? No, you actually look like one of those celebrity Moms out for a walk with their baby.
Wife (stars in her eyes): Oh really? Thanks!
Now, there are days that I might dismiss the "celebrity" comment as I am perpetually amazed by their inhuman ability to lose weight immediately after childbirth and therefore, I believe they're all fakers. Today was different. I took the compliment and ran with it...putting my sunglasses on and sashaying out the door! Take that, Gisele!!!
