Hey, guess who went to Thanksgiving dinner with a huge tear in her clothes? I'll give you a hint, it wasn't Mia. Fortunately, it was only my sleeve this time, but when it was pointed out to me I had a vague recollection of wearing that top a while ago, discovering it was torn (in a large and noticeable manner) and then just putting it back in my closet until I forgot about it and wore it again. I am so classy.
There, you see it? Left sleeve? Hott.
Thanksgiving was lovely, I'm sad it's over because my goal for today is to rake the leaves. I have to wait for Mia to take her nap though, so maybe I will just encourage her to stay awake all day.
Oh, I've added a passphase verification to my comments because the spambots are introducing entirely too much stress into my life. Don't worry, it's just an extra word to type in, not one of those annoying, hard to read strings of gibberish. If you hate it, let me know, but if it works I'll probably keep it anyway.