Ladies of Chicago: TIGHTS ARE NOT PANTS.
Also, that is a shirt you are wearing, not a dress.
That is all.
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About Me
- MonkeyBusiness
- Hi, I'm April. My friends call me Apes, and my Hubs refers to me as "Monkey" because of that. I'm a thirtysomething who recently moved back to my home state of Indiana from Chicago. I love to hang out with my sorority sisters and other friends, gab with my family, shop at Target, cuddle with my son, play with my little niece Gracie, take photos, and spend time and love on my husband (Mike/Hubs), our little man (Emmett) and our beagledog (Milly). In short, I love being the family chatterbox, hugger and paparazzi. Hubs and I welcomed our little Emmett on January 8, 2011.
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- The search is over...
- Weekend Recap
- Happy weekend!
- Dog Ball!
- Diets suck
- Poop on the porch
- A quick public service announcement...
- Easter pics
- Easter weekend fun
- Happy Friday!!!
- Things I have accomplished this week
- Ch-ch-ch-changes....
- Milly's craigslist debut
- Get better, Italy!!!
- Handbag nonsense.... alternatively titled: I am cr...
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Things I am in love with today
- Anything chevron
- My Prius V (My swagger wagon)
- Better Batter Gluten Free Flour
- Deliveries from the UPS Man
- Emmett's daycare
- Stretchy pants
- My couch with beagle in beagle-nest
Things Milly is scared of
- Flying sippycups
- The Roncalli Track Team
- Door bell
- Wheels
- Her own reflection (and thus, anything shiny)
- Cardboard boxes
1 comments:
They're appropriate pants around your house. But if that's the only kind of pants you own, that's a bigger problem.
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