Holly: “I look like a total dirtbag when my husband’s not in town.”
Let me paint you a picture of what I look like when Jack and I are apart for the week: It’s nearing noon, and I’m wearing sweats and a super-soft T-shirt—in short, exactly the sort of work uniform commenters on TheNest.com have eviscerated me for wearing in the past (because “IT WILL, LIKE, RUIN YOUR MARRIAGE!”). I would describe my hair as looking inadvertently avant-garde. In fact, the giant snarly mass has a vaguely Victorian vibe. But before you start imagining me in turn-of-the-century France, you should know that I’m anchoring this high-fashion look with a giant pair of...Uggs. Oh, yeah, that’s right. Bow-chicka-wow-wow. Sing it! Listen, people: I’m at our country house, my super-hot husband isn’t around, and I’m a little busy working on our little house on the friggin’ prairie. So forgive me if I look a bit haggy. Yeah, I’ll get it together and step up the cuteness before I drive down to the city to see Jack for the weekend. But if no one’s looking, what’s the harm in slobbing out occasionally? I can’t be the only person who gets a little lazy in the looks department when my husband isn’t home, right? Right? [n]
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