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Smart & Sexy

I am woman hear me rooooooooar. Would you look at what I got from Smart & Sexy to review. Mine, mine, mine, all mine.

Let me start off by saying Smart & Sexy’s motto is to “always bring you quality, fit, comfort and value – that’s Smart!”…..

I’m a small woman, I wear a size 4 to 5 and I weigh 110 pounds. I don’t always feel sexy and curvy. Wait, let me rephrase that, I didn’t always feel sexy and curvy until my Smart & Sexy items arrived. They are so so sexy from the adorable bow embellishments to the endless lace. Not only do they flatter my figure and make me appear sexy and curvy, I am sexy and curvy in the items.

Smart & Sexy products are extremely affordable. Extremely! The items I received are quality made. I adore all of the black lace on my items. The top is lightly lined and provides under-wire with a pushup affect, it has a sensual back to it as well as the front. There are 3 different size snaps on it for better fit control. The panties are so pretty with bow embellishments and a thong underneath the skirted style.

You can buy the skirted thongs (2 pair) I got here and you are not going to believe the super great price.

Ladies, do yourselves a favor and buy something sexy for yourself. Do it for you however I’m sure that special someone will love the item/items too. Men, buy your special someone something from Smart & Sexy that will make them look and feel special and sexy. You will be helping organizations that supports women when you purchase an item. As noted on their website “We want you to feel good about the lingerie you wear with a brand that supports women in more ways than one. For every garment shipped, a donation will be made to organizations that support women.”

Please be sure to visit Smart & Sexy to see what all they have to offer. Add and like them socially as well.

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Disclosure:
I received the items from Smart & Sexy to review. I was asked to give an honest review and I have done that. The opinions stated are my own.

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A day in the life of a grandma…

A day in the life of a grandma

A day in the life of a grandma… caring for a 3 year old.
(in response to a question: what do you do all day?)

From 5 am to 6 am. I brew coffee and check my facebook, because sometimes it’s more informative than watching the news, and 99% of the time it’s more hilarious. Coffee involved, Motrin involved, I’m not sitting in jail, no one died last night, hoping for a great day, so far, I’m doing great.

6 am to 7 am. I am trying to get Abby to tell me what she wants for breakfast. Cereal looks like dog food according to her so she refuses to eat it. I usually get the “oh gwama I don’t like eggs” um yes she does? And to address the gwama name, even though she has called me mee mee since she could talk (until a month ago), she has now been calling me gwanpa for a week and has changed her name to Susie, but that’s a whole other story. I chug down coffee before it reaches the bottom of the pot, YES WHILE IT’S STILL BREWING, while Abby AKA Susie decides if she wants eggs, pannycakes, or God forbid, fried chicken for breakfast. My coffee is wearing off. I’m not doing so great. Another pot brewing.

7 am to 8 am. Abby has been fed and is trying to decide what she wants for lunch (already?). I’m trying to clean the kitchen but I’m in desperate need of more coffee, while halfway listening to her ramblings about how starved she is and wondering how long before lunch will be ready, I’m also trying to figure out how the majority of everything I cooked is either on the floor, or in other parts of the house. Coffee is brewing again, my senses are starting to perk back up.

8 am to 9 am. Abby has managed to bring in all of the puppies AND lose them so we are trying desperately to find them before they mistake the carpet for “grass”. Bending, trying to squish 110 pounds (me) and 40 plus pounds (Abby) under the beds that is 150 plus pounds in case anyone didn’t pass basic math, things are starting to turn South. Finally, we round up the puppies and take them out to feed them.

9 am to 10 am. Abby hyper, mee mee aching, Abby hyper, mee mee aching, Abby hyper, mee mee aching. I take Abby outside and let her run to her hearts content. I then end up running 2 miles to catch her to make her come indoors. More Motrin, more coffee.

10 am to 11 am. I’m cleaning, sorta, I clean- she un-cleans, she un-cleans- I clean, I clean- she un-cleans…

11:00 am to 12 pm. Dear Lord. Help me. It’s now time to fix another meal. I start drinking 2 cups of coffee at once. AT ONCE!!! I repeat (because I tend to repeat myself), I start drinking 2 cups of coffee at once. AT ONCE!!!

12 pm to 2 pm. I’m out of my mind.

2 pm to 3 pm. HALLELUJAH thank the good Lord for Curious George (even though from 2:30 to 3:00 I have to explain WHY Abby AKA Susie can’t watch Curious George again). Believe me she could if it would come on. COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE

3 pm to 4 pm. Sitting on the couch, can’t move. Too tired to hold a coffee cup, trying. Too tired to re-pick up, trying. All logic has left me at this point. Coffee, Motrin, coffee coffee coffee. No wonder I can’t sleep at night.

4 pm to 6 pm. Constantly calling the time convinced my clocks have stopped working, ALL OF THEM…. calling, calling, calling….

At some point I realize not only has Abby’s mom gotten off from work and has come to reclaim her “angel” I’ve cooked supper and finished the laundry. And I don’t even have to remember doing it. My blood pressure comes down. I start to relax. I start to remember my name. It’s gwanpa right?

6 pm – midnight. I’m doing much better. :). MUCH!
M U C H ! B E T T E R !

7 pm-ish, somewhere in Georgia… I did not get everything accomplished that I hoped to today. But you know what? It’s not the end of the world.
And Abby got a boo boo which really ruined my day. She hit the corner of a window sill, she cried 30 seconds, I cried 3 hours. She forgot about it and took a nap. I didn’t forget about it and took pictures.
Tonight I’m going to cuddle, read a book, watch the tube, and listen to some music. Tomorrow is another day. And it’s also the day I get to rest and relax.

UPDATE:
Windows sills now have furniture in front of them so Abby can’t bump her little nose again.

I get to sleep in tomorrow, which means I won’t. I only want to sleep in when I can’t…

G’night!

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