Rob left on Thursday for yet another work-related camping trip grumble grumble. I won't lie that it made me a little sad to say goodbye, as it usually does. I trust my husband implicitly and without question, but I still wish I could be in the woods with him rather than alone with my dog.
When Rob was in the Army we both met some pretty jealous wives (one of whom threatened to get Rob in trouble with the FRG because I talked to her friend's husband for five minutes...but that's another story). Though I may whimper and moan about him being gone I'd say I'm pretty damn cool about him going into the woods with the ladies he works with.
Anyway when he's gone I
|As you can see the straining didn't go particularly well...|
I think I could probably write for some sort of food magazine. Recommendations now being accepted.
In other ridiculously exciting news, I finally broke down and bought some wedges the other day and holy jaysus how did I not catch on to this earlier? Wedges are amazing, especially with high-waisted shorts!
|Sorry for the crap cell-phone quality...no husband around to take pictures!|
Finally, I wanted to share with you a random story that happened to me last week. I was sitting in my chair working, minding my own business and wearing purple striped pajama pants, crazy hair and an oversized blue sweatshirt that said "Stewart/Colbert 2008" when I decided to get up off my ass and just style my hair rather than, you know, take a shower (someone told me I always mention 30 Rock, this is the moment where Liz Lemon and I become one).
As I was preparing the bathtub, Cypress began barking madly downstairs. I ran down in the aforementioned outfit and without my new glasses.
And there stood my husband. With two of his female college student coworkers.
And me, in all my frumpy, pajamalicious glory.
So that you fully appreciate the gravity of this situation, I hired an artist to render an approximation of how I looked in this particular moment:
|Now, the terrible secret about why I don't post many pictures of myself on my blog.|
Have I mentioned how awkward I am?
Truthfully I feel worse for the girls than for myself. As the above photograph quite obviously demonstrates, working-from-home Caitlin can be a truly stunning and frightening site. And since I know at least one of them reads my blog with some regularity, I would like to grant them my deepest apologies.
How has your post-holiday week been?
Also, for your Question of the Blog (totally a thing): What are some of your blogging pet peeves, either about blogging in general or reading material on other blogs? Without getting snarky, mean, or personal of course.