I think we all know it's not about the zoo, not about my oldest and youngest bonding so beautifully at the zoo,
or that the weather was spectacular for our trip...or even that my son very clearly determined the sex of that cougar (I think) up on the fence above the walkway and let us all know what he thought!Not even that the wharthog (my personal favorite) saw his shadow. Nope. I think the point is that NOBODY told me not to wear this hideous top outside, that the style combined with the loud color/design scheme made my... ahem...upstairs look very wrong among other issues. Issues such as the cut of the sleeves. Only if my arms were thin, not that they aren't. Okay, they aren't! Nope. Nobody said a *&$# thing about it all day long. Monday night I snagged this at Target on clearance for $4.00 and some change. There were bunches and the price was irresistable. Because apparently EVERYONE ELSE KNEW IT!!!
This is so upsetting to me, I'm going to bed. I've neglected you, my friends, in my commenting of late. I promise I'll be back in Stacey-form tomorrow.
Not making excuses, but here is mine: I was up until 1am typing for deadline day, rose at 6 am for zoo day, home for 30 minutes, 45 minutes each way for a diving meet, home, then laundry. I still might have mustered energy to speak my mind to y'alls posts, but then I downloaded the pictures. And I'm speechless!
PS--Cody took second and I'll post a dive on Friday, I know how much you love the dive posts. You do love them...right?