outfit of the day(bird): red handed

flannel ~ thrifted

jacket ~ thrifted
hat ~ thrifted
leggings, earrings ~ Kohls
boots ~ Alloy

yesterday morning, a friend of a friend was teaching a workout class at my kids' school gym. he is from TRX, and it sounded interesting, so i decided to check it out. i fell asleep on wednesday night without thinking about getting ready for the class ahead of time (the class was at 5:15 am). at about 11:30 pm on wednesday night, i woke up and realized that i needed to pay the instructor $10. the problem was that i didn't have any cash, and at 5:15, it's a pretty limited selection of where you can find an available atm in our neighborhood. i expressed my concerns to chris and he said, "take the money out of henry's bank...you can pay him back after the class."

i'm not a parent who would normally steal from my child, but i figured that by the time class was over, i could head to the grocery store, take out some money, and have henry's stolen loot replaced before he even woke up. so, i fell back asleep, content with our plan.

5 am arrived and the alarm went off. i had 15 minutes to get dressed, brush my teeth, steal from my son and get to the school. i got dressed and quietly snuck into henry's room. and then i remembered his bank. his mean, mean bank. it's one of those banks that makes a super loud "brrrring" sound when you put money into it. it was great when he was younger...he always wanted to deposit, and not withdraw, money from his bank because of this fabulous, musical noise. but as the years passed, his piggy bank became faulty, and every time you even breezed past it, it would "brrrring" loudly...like the car alarms of old that would beep beep beep any time the wind blew.

so here i am, a grown woman, sneaking into my son's room to steal money from him – and this damn bank is singing like a canary, letting the whole family know that i am stealing from my own son! and the worst part...he only had about 96¢ in his bank.

so i did what i had to...i somehow found five dollar bills laying around, and then i went into our change jar and pulled out five dollars in quarters. it's exercise dedication when you pay someone in change. and 100% class.

when i told henry about it after the class was over, i asked him why he didn't have any cash in his bank. he informed me that he, in fact, hides the bills. i guess i can't say i blame him.

happy friday!

xo,

megan bird