Freaky Friday

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.


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.


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.