An Unfortunate Story Where I Must Unfortunately Show Myself IN ALL MY GLORY

Below is a picture of my bangs.  One week out.  Which means they were worse a week before this picture.  Just so you know. 

It is also a picture of me wearing a Grandma's Nightgown, with a Blue Robe that is Too Long, and Black Slippers with PomPom Balls on them.

Oh, yes.

Without make-up on (which I don't really know how to put on anyway, when I am trying.)

It is also a picture of M wearing Orange Pants, a Pink Shirt, a Yellow Sweater, and Pink Socks.

Which I must say is actually quite normal, but still....

Yes, indeed, why don't you check that out again:

After all we wouldn't want to forget the 10 month pregnant belly, would we????????

Now, why did I post this online????? 

Oh, yes.  Because on Friday I decided to take the library books back to the library drop-box.  This drop-box is located at a Bank ATM, which means that no one will see you when you go there.  It's very safe.  So, off I went after dropping E off at school. 

I also told M that she could bring her "Thank You" cards to mail.  She has been waiting FOR DAYS.  She colored them, wrote her name on them, put the stamps on them, and was sooooo happy it was time to put them in the mailbox.

But when we arrived at the little post office box for M to mail her letters I discovered two things:

1.  M had forgotten in her great excitement that she should probably put on shoes if she wanted to mail her letters.

2.  The post office box had been built on a stand....  WHY?... which made it impossible for M to reach the mailbox by herself.

Which meant:

I got to get out of the car IN ALL MY GLORY and pick up my 4 year old daughter so she could mail her letters. 

And if they got to see it, shouldn't you?

(I am currently having mice pully on my bangs at night to make them grow faster.)