* I hit up the Fat Store on Boxing Day to take advantage of their kick ass sales. They had a ton of nightgowns (yah, that's right - I said nightgowns) that were on for wicked cheap. Trouble was, they only had 1X or 5X left for sizes. Since my asses can't squeeze into a 1X, I decided to buy a 5X (seriously...for $6.00, I couldn't pass it up). In order to fit this nightgown, I would literally need to weigh 500 pounds. When I got home, I read the writing on the front. In diamondy glitter, it read, "Glamourous". Bitch, please...anybody that needs to wear a 5X is anything but "glamourous".
* On New Year's Day, as Mike was making brunch, I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest to give him a backwards hug. After snuggling for a moment, I voiced my realization that if I gave a quick, sharp pull with my hands (akin to the Heimlich Manoeuver) I could probably stop his heart. Our romantic hug quickly came to an end.
* There are many times I watch Kat and wonder, "What will she be when she grows up?". Maybe her love of books will lead her to be an author. Perhaps her love of colouring will lead to a life filled with art. Or, if I cause her enough emotional damage before she's four, perhaps her current obsession of taking off her clothes and dancing will lead her all the way to Vegas. A mother can dream...
i believe the type of hijinks they'd get into would involve point numero three from this post given that e has a penchant for taking off all her clothes after she climbs up into the front bow window to "perform".
ReplyDeletealso to note: we are SO going to have our hands full with our teens ;)