Scout and I often take our daily walk around the neighborhood before I have the chance to shower and get dressed. It just makes more sense, since I usually get all hot and sweaty. Sometimes when we come home, Scout takes a shower with me and then she goes down really easily for her nap. The downside is that my neighbors and the people at the local coffee shop always see me at my worst. Dirty t-shirt. Pants that I wore the day before, thrown on as I walk out the door. Disheavled hair and raccoon eyes (if I was ambitious enough to wear mascara the previous day).

Yesterday, I thought I would throw on a trucker hat in an attempt to hide my stringy greasy hair. Hey, it kinda goes with my Converse All-Stars and worn out concert tee, right? Maybe I would look hip. Maybe it would make me look like a cool kid.

Um, yeah. No. It didn't.
It instantly transformed me into Ernest P. Worrell.



The lesson here is that if you're a mom, you should never EVER wear a trucker hat. Not that you were gonna, but I'm just sayin'.

Labels: doh, fashion, hair, hee hee