Since both of my carpool-mates are sick today, I will be driving by myself to work. That means I have a few minutes extra (and of course I’m not doing anything GOOD with those extra minutes, like packing myself a sensible lunch… no no. Priorities people!). That means you get to read the following. It also means you don’t get segues between subjects. Life can be funny sometimes.
I spent the day on Saturday at my parents’ house. They were babysitting my two youngest nephews (and my only niece– but she’s 12 almost so basically she was helping them to babysit). When I went there, I was wearing my favourite black t-shirt (the one with the half naked lady pinup girl on it). When I got home, I was wearing the same shirt but it was sort of… shiny. Because of baby drool and boogers and crying. Little kids, man. Their juices are always getting everywhere. I don’t mind though because those guys are awesome *subliminal hints to Rob about biological clocks and how we’re not getting any younger* *just kidding*
Last time I bought bras in any real quantity that weren’t sports bras and that involved actual measuring by a professional boob measurer was about two years ago (shameful, I know). Back then, I was a B cup. A C cup if I got the band size small enough. Right now? DD. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?! (Don’t answer, that’s rhetorical. I know how that happens. Being fat, is how that happens). Still though, it’s quite a difference and I can’t help noticing. Sometimes I ogle my own rack. Hell, sometimes I’m so caught up by it, I do more than that. In fact, I’m very near to filing a sexual harassment suit against myself, I’m such a cheeky bugger.
And finally. I joined a gym last week. I haven’t really exercised hardly since I got sick. I’ve gone every day so far (aside from yesterday because it’s not open on Sundays). I like it. I hope I can keep myself motivated to keep going. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
I hope that everyone who likes to eat turkey had a happy Thanksgiving last week. I’m so excited because there are only 26 days left til my two-week break! Yay two week-break!
Be proactive Louise. Hire yourself a defense attorney, now!!
Boobs get bigger if you gain weight? Not that I care, but how come mine never get bigger? I think I’ve gained a couple pounds since I saw you, cuz my jeans feel tighter at the waist. Ugh.