twotothree

I’ve been having headaches for the past two weeks.  I’ve explored many possible reasons.  Neck pain?  I started making Mike give me neck massages.  Eyesight?  Started wearing my glasses.  Dehydrated?  Started wearing a beer funnel hat filled with water. 

Then I caught my reflection in a display window while grocery shopping.  And I realized something.  I have the mom face.  The face of chronic disapproval, down-turned mouth corners, and furrowed brow.  The face of constant “No, no, no, no, no!”s and “Don’t you dare put that sock in the bathtub!”  I’m guessing this is the source of my headaches, but as Gloria is just learning to sprint around and throw tantrums, I don’t know how to fix it.

I couldn’t figure out what Gloria should be for Halloween.  I didn’t want to pay $40 for a cheap-o corporate store costume that she’ll wear once.  But I did want to wait until the last minute, whine about how I don't know what to do, and then have to pull something off at the very last minute.  Because that’s how I roll. 

So that’s what I did.  And for $10 in tulle and felt, I think I did pretty well.  But I'm not going to tell you what it is or show you the finished product until tomorrow.  

Look at the mullet.