On Thanksgiving morning (why, yes, this post is extremely late!), my friend Michelle stopped by to give me a gift to help me out with my first Thanksgiving at my house. She gave me the cutest apron ever. I had to model it for the camera.
Just my colors in black and white, trimmed in pink, and a big pink A embroidered on the pocket! I wore it all day, and Steven kept looking at me, shaking his head, and saying, "You look like a happy little housewife!" It wasn't said in a positive tone. I took offense and said, "Well, I am a happy housewife!" I guess he thought it made me look a little too domestic and Stepford-ish. But maybe it was just the blissful look on my face because I knew I looked darned cute in the thing!
The next photo is my threatening the cats with their lives if they dared to jump onto my set table. (You can see that Doogie, who is generally our good boy, was listening attentively. Calvin, our resident Punk Cat, was turned away and pretending I wasn't talking to him.) Thankfully, they took me seriously and decided to be very good boys that day. Well, until late that night when I set about deboning the turkey. They were acting so dramatically starved that I had to have Steven lock them up in the bathroom while I finished my work.