Momma ain't proud

Ha, Ha, Ha...

Literally - even I am laughing, audibly!

Here I am, in all my glory, in my every-winter-evening wear.

You'll get another chuckle by learning that this robe was a gift from my mother, only after my husband relayed to her that he feared for our lease on the lake. See, I used to just walk back to the apartment naked. We're on a virtually inactive cove (love it!); and our property juts out into the water, so no others look in on us. However, with the trees going dormant and all the leaves falling away, Chad joked that our neighbors were going to get an eye full.

At first I protested. I wasn't going to keep it up - I hate being cold! I also have a robe somewhere in storage; but then she sent this cozy, buttery thing home with him - and I caved. Now, it's the first thing I don every morning, and is my favorite snuggling device when lounging with the pups.

I continually find the color comical. It's definitely not one I would have chosen, but the benefits far outweigh the robe's challenges; and it keeps me laughing. I liken myself to a life-size after-dinner mint, and feel like an Albanian grandmother each time I bundle. (Why Albania gets the hit, I don't know - it just comes to mind.)

In any case, I thought you'd get a kick out of this "slice of life" - me, heading to the cabin with water cannister and vaccuum resevoir in tow. Ah, the good life :)

*Neuroses demand that I relay my complete dissatisfaction at Blogger.com's inability to process my double-spacing! I am very particular about the style of my writing (even if it's only my own, and not grammatically correct), and "this will never do!"