*Seeing as Gabriel's almost three, and seeing as I'm not (very) delusional, there's a lot of pre-pregnancy clothing that I got rid of LONG ago. Never again will I voluntarily don a shirt that requires I spend an entire evening in public with no bra on. My bikinis are gone; the only people who are allowed to see my bare tummy are ones that are REALLY persuasive when extolling on my beauty and begging to see me nekkid. Then there are the clothes that only fit the skinnier version of me BEFORE I had Gabriel. I'm not that optimistic; I'd be thrilled to be the pre-Gabriel, fat me. But there are a lot of clothes that almost fit. And I just can't quite get rid of them. They drive me crazy, especially every six weeks or so when I forget that they don't quite fit and I try to wear them, only to rediscover the muffin top.
*There's this guy who hangs out outside of my work. He's young and normal looking and not obviously insane. But he carries all of his stuff in a USPS plastic tote. Like his lunch and his books and stuff. That's his backpack? I can't believe that's the most efficient means for transporting your possessions.
*One of my coworkers told me to make SURE I'm available after work Wednesday, December 12th. THAT IS NOT A DAY.
*I've been trying to figure out why my family has such an impractical gift giving tradition. We ALL give each other stuff, with a going rate of $15-25 per gift. I'M RELATED TO A LOT OF PEOPLE.
*I really like my new glasses. I do! But I feel like there has been an abundance of strangers complimenting them. Which is fine, except there are times when I would really like to be more incognito. The first two hours after I wake up, for instance. When my face is puffy, my under-eye circles are so dark they look like contusions, and I can't yet form coherent sentences. I would prefer not to be noticed, even if it's for something complimentary. So I haven't been wearing my glasses in the morning. Which makes being bleary eyed and confused EXTRA FUN.