About Me
- Name: Robyn
- Location: United States
Once upon a time, I was rotten. Spoiled rotten. Rotten Robyn. But then, a particular Pastor who hates poodles got down on his knees (on a pillow of course) and popped the question in a very Prince Charming way presenting me with a big diamond ring and proposing we spend the rest of our lives together. That's right - me and the Pastor. A man of God. A Bible scholar. A Ph.D. person. Someone who has the power to cast out demons. Me - I read magazines with pretty pictures. He shops at Goodwill, I prefer my clothes new and I don't like to repeat outfits. Want to see what happens next? Do I take everything he says and turn it into some sort of "Theology for Blondes?" Do you know where I can get a manicure pedicure in Nepal? One thing is for sure, I try to make church a prettier place. Amen.
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I feel pretty
Today on the way to school my son said "Momma, you look pretty today!"
What? Is this kid crazy? 2nd day of school and someone's already selling him crack? I have on not one speck of makeup. I have my wild, wavy hair because this morning precedence was given to sleeping instead of blow-drying. I have on my capri carpenter jeans and my blue flip flops...
But, I also happen to be sporting a very bright orange "Lake Park Lions" t-shirt. Because Friday is the day that you wear the school t-shirt. So Nathan and I are totally matchy-matchy today. I guess in a 3rd grade world, this is all it takes for your mom to be pretty. They will never tell you this at the Clinique counter though.
Thanks Nathan. If only grown-ups were this easy to impress.
-Robyn...now I will be singing songs from West Side Story all day...
- posted by Robyn @ 12:00 AM
