Welcome to the first Trophy Mama edition of 'what's in your pocket?'
I've been meaning to do this for a while, but just hadn't found the right moment.
But today I've got a doozie.
Have I mentioned that since I've become a mom, I'm about 5 times grosser than I used to be?
I've never been accused of being fanatically clean.
But these days I'm bordering on guh-row-dee.
I've been suspecting this of myself for a while,
and today I found the proof in my pocket.
C and I went to a baby shower today.
Tonight I found the above pictured napkin balled up in my pocket.
A napkin with two chocolate dipped strawberry stumps (which I ate)
and a cantaloup chunk that C worked on for a while.
Instead of discarding the refuse, I shoved it in my pocket.
You know, as temporary storage until a trash recepticle was located.
In case you doubt that my lack of couth (cooth? kewth? kooth?) is legitimate,
I give you exhibit b. (No picture. You're welcome.)
After finding the napkin in my pocket, moments later I found a hunk of granola bar in my bra.
And I haven't had a granola bar in at least three days.
Glad I got that off my chest. And out of my pocket.
What's in your pocket?