Michelle Monkeys Around

Sunday mornings are tough. I feel this self-inflicted stress to look super-cute. At my age and life situation, I can't afford to go to church looking like a slug. I always do my hair and make-up. I always shave my legs. I always smell good. I have to put my best foot forward and hope that my sense of style and my genuine desire to be not only good looking but good in all venues comes through when the chips are down. Anyway, in an effort to spice things up this week, I bought myself a new outfit. Everyone seemed to really enjoy it. . .