Wordful Wednesday. A Frosty Remix.

*Sing song to the tune of Frosty the Snowman.  If you aren’t familiar with that tune this will NOT be funny.  At all.

Dumb Mom the blogger,

was a frumpy dumpy soul.

In her sloppy pants and her hair in a bun

she looked kinda like a troll.

Dumb Mom the blogger,

went to NYC one day.

And she came on back looking much less wack

with a style made to stay.

There must have been some magic on that TV set that week.

‘Cause when they took her sweats away she was too happy to speak!

Oh! Dumb Mom the blogger is as happy as can be.

Now her children say she can laugh and play

without looking like she lives on the street.

Thumpetty thump thump,
Thumpety thump thump,
Look at Dumb Mom go.
Thumpetty thump thump,
Thumpety thump thump,
Even looks good in the snow.

I could go on, but I’ll save it.

Instead I’ll share a recent photo of me looking like a girl (only just because people keep asking since the whole What NOT to Wear incident). 

A real girl (and I didn’t even edit this bad boy so BE NICE!).

You know, as opposed to a runaway teen girl surviving on the mean streets of D.C.

It was the dirty Uggs that were my most offensive item.  And the tucked-into-said-Uggs fleece-y sweat pants made for a grown dude twice my size (someone actually asked me if I was a rapper recently; true story!).  And the similarly sized sweat shirt with the grease stained front and the frayed sleeve seams.  And the gnarly looking hair bun held back by a golden rod colored Scrunchie.  And the finger smudged glasses.  And 8th grade make-up (yes, I really did have make-up from the 8th grade which I wore when the opportunity presented itself).

Gosh I was comfy.

In a hideous-to-look-at-clearly-doesn’t-give-a-care sorta way.

I deserved it.  Totally deserved it.

I told myself it was “house gear”.

But, the secret footage doesn’t lie.

Nor does the 360 mirror.

Nor do Clintcy, or Ted, or Carmindy, or any of the other people outside of my head who had a hand in making this transformation happen.

So never mind the embarrassment involved with being secretly ambushed and told in front of a large number of people that you suck a little on the outside I’m grateful.

I’m not mad at my friends and family (except they coulda tried to stop this runaway freak show train sooner) because they did it to make me happy.

And to keep me from embarrassing them in public.

But mostly to make me happy.

And pretty much, I am (more on that later).

So thank you BFF, and Mimi, and Papa, and Bruncle, and Bruncle’s GF, and Dumb Dad and The Dudes for letting me feel special and making it so.

And to you pBd-ers as well.  Thank you for reading this blog daily when you feel like it and say nice things that make me feel pretty, oh so pretty funny, and witty, and smart, and cool.

Pretty I’m awesome.  And so are all of you by association.

From this Dumb Casa…

to yours.

Happy Christmas.

Merry Holidays.

And all that.

Oh, and a new BLits hits this scene on Monday (I’ll be gone until then celebrating and crap) so you better come on back and see if you’re  on it.

You know you wanna be!

Tagged as: Christmas caroling like a mofo, fashion for moms, Frosty the Snowman remix, looking like a winner, mommy makeover, what not to wear