With no exaggeration or embellishment whatsoever, this is what happened this morning: walking to the break room, Charlie turned and paused as he registered what I was wearing—looked me up and down, and laughed. Then I had to laugh, too, because l realized that's what happens to HIM almost every day! I'm Charlie today! Awesome.
I have been taking some grief over these boots, but I just say "suck it!" because I love them.
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Charlie scores an enthusiastic
10 today. See? It really is Freaky Friday. Points for the right jeans with his gray zip sweater (lined in awesome stripes), perfect dusty blue t-shirt which brings out his pale blue eyes, and freshly-shaven face which
almost makes him look handsome.
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Syd received the same color memo as Charlie—it does happen a lot around here—all gray/white/blue. She's pouting because I described her outfit as perfectly matchy-matchy, which for once I didn't mean in a bad way, but still. Her clothes match the exact hues of her shoes, so she really has no defense.
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