So I was over here the other day reading about how velour jogging suits leave an utter distaste in the mouths of many.  Honestly, I’m not clear on why that is.  Personally, I love love love my velour suits.  I have two.  One is brown and one is navy.  Whenever I wear them Jeff calls me ‘leisure suit larry.’  Pff.  What does he know?

I’ll tell you what he doesn’t  know.  He doesn’t know that I’m cold-blooded.  Okay, maybe he does know that.  It’d be hard for him not to know that based on the temperature of my bare toes and scantily-clothed boo-tay when I push both of them up against him in bed on winter nights trying my darndest to steal his warmth.  Based on my cold-bloodedness alone he should understand why the velour jogging suit is one of the most treasured outfits in my winter wardrobe.  But wait, there’s more.  If you’ve invested in a velour suit of your own I don’t have to tout the comfortability factor to you because you’ve already discovered that for yourself.  It’s like wearing pajamas.  Really.  Only without the holes.

So what do people have against these babies?  What more could a girl want out of a winter time outfit than warmth and comfort?  What’s that you say?  Style?  You don’t think the leisure larry suit is in danger of making the cover of Vogue anytime soon?  Pff.  Okay.  I’ll give you that.  The models who grace it’s cover are usually adorned in butt-ugly taffeta numbers or even worse, skinny jeans.  Blech.

While the leisure larry suit might not scream ‘style’ apparently it does scream something else.  Soccer mom.  Minivan mom.  GoshdarnitIusedtobecool mom. 

With the recent passing of birthday number 31, I’ve accepted that whatever I wear will blow my cover.  Yes.  I’m a mom.  A mom of four actually.  And I like to be comfortable.  And warm.  So sue me.

So guess what I did on Saturday night.  I ordered two new leisure larry suits.  Uh-huh.  I live on the edge my friends.  They were buy one get one half off.  How could I pass that up?  Here’s the link if you’re interested.

Enough about me though.

Guess what else I did on Saturday.  (Yes I know I’m still talking about me it was a little joke, get it?).  I went to visit Grams and Gramps.  I had to see Gram’s zero-gravity Halloween decorations for myself.

You’re wondering what zero gravity Halloween decorations are aren’t you?  Don’t worry.  I wouldn’t have known either had Gramps not explained it for me.

Zero-gravity Halloween decorations, apparently, are the kind Grams used to decorate the RV.  And whats more is that she also brought along Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentines and St. Patricks Day zero-gravity decorations.  Gramps calls them zero-gravity because he says that Grams can bring boxes and boxes of them into the RV and no matter how many she brings they equal up to NO added weight, which in turn means they don’t require ANY more gas to get that big ‘ol rig from point A to point B. 

Aw, Gramps.  Such a killjoy you are.

How can Grams keep her Martha Stewart of RV’ing title if she were to leave behind the decorations?

Apparently I get my Martha Stewart ways from Grams.  Jeff refuses to let me live down the fact that I have a box of Cinco de Mayo decorations in the garage.

But I’m an equal opportunity gene inheritor.  I got my cheery disposition from Gramps.  :)

He tried to disguise his cheery disposition with a big ‘ol grumpy frown when I was taking this picture.  I wouldn’t let him though.  I told him to just drop the act and let his inner Rainbow Bright break free.

And he did.  Can’t you see it there, in his boyish grin?  I feared he might break into song right there in the middle of the campground but Gram kept him grounded. 

Yeah.  She has a way with defying gravity.