Release the inner fashionista

Let me preface this situation by noting that Hubby is a stereotypical guy. He owns all of half a dozen pairs of shoes. He wouldn't know Ralph Lauren from Ralph Kramden. He rolls his eyes at the idea that I distinguish between rose and fuschia ("It's PINK!") There are no skin or hair care products in his part of the medicine cabinet. I was getting ready for church, having already put on my suit but not having assembled the appropriate accessories. "That jacket looks like it's showing a bit more skin that it should," Hubby noted. "I hope you plan on putting on a camisole or something." "I'm going to wear a scarf," I replied. "It fills up the neckline. By the way, 'camisole'? Way to go, getting the terminology right." Hubby looked embarrassed. Give me time, I'll turn him into a metrosexual yet.


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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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