We are headed out of town for the weekend. I can’t wait! We have not been anywhere fun and interesting in a Very Long Time. And me? I’m a “Need to be Somewhere Fun and Interesting All the Time” kind of gal.
We are traveling to Cleveland for the East Coast version of my friend Adam’s wedding reception. He was married in L.A. over Memorial Day and we, very sadly, could not attend because we were: moving, selling a house, packing, crying, feeding, not sleeping, and/or poor – you fill in the blank. There a few really GREAT things about Cleveland.
1 – Adam will be there. I haven’t seen Adam in about 3 years.
2 – My college roommate and fellow Knitter in Crime, Marne, will be there. I love Marne.
3 – Our friends Mike and Rosie, who I lived with for a bit in Georgia are there. We haven’t seen Mike, Rosie or their kids in many years (hell, we haven’t even MET one of the kids). We will stay with them and I am sure there will be good. times.
4 – Cleveland Browns. This weekend should shut Rob up for at least a few months. “Honey, when can we go to Cleveland.” “Honey, there are no stinking good places to find Brown’s paraphernalia here, I want to go to Cleveland.”
It promises to be a weekend of long waited for reunions and many giggles. Man, do I ever need it!
But this whole – find a dress to wear to a wedding reception thing?! Stinkers. I needed something that would fit me, allow me to nurse baby, and not make me look like the postpartum cow that I feel like. Fat face, fat boobs, fat tummy. I finally settled on this dress…
Except I don’t look anywhere near as hot in it. The rolls aren’t so apparent in this picture, but they are there.
So I went out and got…a girdle (or, as the department store calls it, “Shapewear”).
Wait, here’s something cute to make you forget that picture.
Fat rolls on baby = cute
Fat rolls on mama = not so cute
Lord help us all.
I am one sexy mama I tell you.
You must laugh…
What can I say? I have a very refined sense of humor.
* a million besos for the person who can guess where this quote is from.