So I decided with the exactly 62.8 minutes of totally uninterrupted no-child bliss I would tackle the extremely important and life altering task of changing my blog profile picture.
I mean, it's pretty and all, but since having another baby, living with my in-laws for a year, moving twice, and enjoying a week long "chocolate for breakfast" phase, I'm just way more gorgeous.
And therefore, I decided that I must spend my precious childless alone time attempting to take another picture of myself.
Who needs clean underwear in this house? I must update my blog!
Plus, I want people to giggle at my picture, and not stare longingly at me like I'm a really hot model or something.
Except I didn't do my hair. Or my make-up. Or, as the picture I decided to use clearly emphasized, wax my man-stache.
Thankfully, Katie has effectively rigged my blog so I can only change the template when the moon is in the 7th hour and Jupiter and Mars are in perfect alignment.
Otherwise, you would have been greeted with this beauty the next time you clicked through to my blog.
International Symbol for .... [you fill in the blank, you smartass readers you]
And feel free to tell me if you see my man-stache shadow. I'm a big girl. And apparently, a hairy one. I can take it.