Freaky Friday

 One thing I love about summer: My kids literally end up sleeping in until like, 10 am every morning. And, since I wake up around 6 am (not by choice I have the world's worst biological clock) I get like, four precious and beautiful hours to myself during which I can get stuff done.

It's happy.

Other things I love about summer: The fact that we got swimming lessons over and done with, reading my Kindle at the splash pad because I don't have to worry about my kids drowning, and the snow cone shack near my house that now has Birthday Cake flavor.

Also, Freaky Friday.

Bethany sent this over during my hiatus and said it looked like a homeschooling mom and then I died of accuracy.

 I'm not sure why this is a shoe. It looks like a Disney Jr. character. 

 Nora sent over this "purse," which I will now delete from my computer forever before my daughter finds it and becomes more ridiculous than she already is. 

 Brenda sent over this really uber-flattering gold lame maternity swimsuit, which incidentally are six words that have never been used together before. 

 Because you've always wanted your foot to look like a blind person's representation of Strawberry Shortcake. 

 "I Fell in a Waist-High Vat of Bleach and All I Got Was This Lousy Tunic"

So every time you look in the mirror you can question whether or not your shirt is buttoned correctly. 

 My husband already gets annoyed when I take too long to get ready. When the lag time is due to buckling roughly 62 straps on my shoes, we're probably getting divorced. 

Also, another fun fact about our relationship: My husband is so quiet that he scares me on a daily basis just by walking into a room. The other day I jumped when he turned a light switch on. 

Then I kicked him. 

And I wish I were wearing these. 

 Beetlejuice porn. 

 If I wanted a faded, wrinkled shirt, I'd just fish one out of the bottom of my closet. 

 And finally, don't forget: Sunday is Father's Day. Might I suggest buying him a British schoolboy's uniform disguised as a grown man's suit? 

Because we all know how I feel about man thighmeat. 

(Thanks Dawn!)

Alright, I'm off to do some Father's Day shopping of my own and then logging some blissed-out Kindle quality time while my kids run rampant at the trampoline gym. 

Summer is beautiful.