Walk of Shame


Last weekend when we were getting ready to stroll around Old Town St. Charles I asked Nick to get Ellie dressed so that I could finish getting ready. When I went to find them in the back yard, Ellie was still wearing her pajama top with a random skirt.

My lesson for letting my color blind husband, whose greatest fashion trademark is wearing his t-shirts inside out, dress our daughter.

Me: What is she wearing?
Nick: What? It's yellow and yellow, so it matches!
Me: Well, actually it's green and another green, and she's still in her pajama top.
Nick: Yeah, together with her baby mullet she's ready for St. Charles!

And that is meant with nothing but love to my St. Charles homies. You know I have my own private seat at the County Fair Demo Derby.