Just the usual round of homework (kids and mine), the rise and not-fall of the laundry pile, and work.
So instead, I give you this:
Which leads me to a letter….
This shirt rocks my socks off in so many geeked-out ways, I’m sure you have a clue – we’ll just let your imagination run free.
I ordered a 2XL thinking that I would have a Horrible nightgown. Imagine my dismay when I opened the package and found an XXL. It’s not that I’m disappointed with my shirt – far from it. But.
It’s not a Horrible *nightgown*.