Self deprecating humor always brightens my week

Today I'm just sort of laughing at myself. I have a sweater on today that I got as a gift last year. It's a nice shade of blue, and very soft. It's also chenille, so it produces a fair amount of lint. This morning when I dropped DS2 off at my mom's she pointed out that the bits of sweater lint were getting caught in my hair as it brushed against my shoulders. So when I got to the office, I looked for my hair clip that I always keep in my desk. It wasn't there. I coiled by hair up and pinned it in place with a pencil to keep it off of my schmutzy clothing. Everytime I left my desk, I found myself brushing lint off my pants, the chair, the cube wall I'd leaned against... I wondered why people were looking at me strangely when I went to my doctor's appointment at lunchtime. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror- the combination of my moulting sweater and the pencil sticking out of my head sort of ruins the polished, professional image I was trying for when I got dressed this morning.


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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

    Lil Joe- aka DS2. Born in 2003. Doesn't say much we can understand, but has mastered the important stuff ("eat!", "Wash hands!", "Want chocolate ones!", "Hockey game!") Likes to push buttons, much to the consternation of whoever is trying to watch a DVD. Firmly refuses to use the potty, despite evidence that he is physically ready to be out of diapers, indicating a level of stubborn that eclipses even that of his parents and siblings.

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