Indoor Gals

It's been so brrrrrrr cold around here that I don't think I've taken Chicklet out of full-bodied, fuzzy-warm, cosy-lazy pajamas in three days.

Seriously, peeps.

Say it with me: comfort dressing. 

But when you add hair accessories and a deliciously adorable smile, it's socially acceptable to run a quick errand in public in your house clothes.

(When you're still counting your age in months, that is.)

So can I be 401 months old??

Wow, that's sounds ancient.

Please don't do the math.

I know you're doing the math.

Stop it.

Seriously.

It's the mental age that counts :)

And when I spend such lovely, low-key days with these beauties, I feel just young enough to wear a tiara with the best of 'em.

Love my girls. We had a really great first week back to post-holiday normal, and I hope you did, too.

Now...HAPPY WEEKEND!