to Boston...

We are going to Boston this weekend to see my in-laws. I never know what to pack. They dress up more than I do. Really, all I need is my Old Navy worn out capris and Perfect Tee with the river sandals, and I am set. But, you see, when I dress like that around them, they look at me and say, "We want to take you shopping." I know that really means, "you, redneck from Arkansas, are embarrassing the he** out of us." And to make matters worse, Pete has informed me that we are not putting the bubble on top of the wagon (is everyone rolling on the floor with laughter by this point?) so I have to pack light. Great. So, it will be two pairs of capris.....just joking. But my grandmother-in-law (age 94) said we are going to the Harvest for brunch. Ooh la la. I will need to bring one nice outfit for that meal. Otherwise, I will be wearing the same ol' "I'm a stay-at-home-mom' and I've forgotten how to dress clothes."