Did you know that you can update your Facebook status with just a few words, while it takes multiple SENTENCES to fill up any kind of space on a blog? It’s a wonderful thing, and it provides instant feedback. With this blog deal, I have to wait until you check your blogroll or Google Reader* and THEN I have to wait for comments. I am not so good with the waiting.
Also, it turns out I don’t have much to say these days. There are plenty of my-kids-are-adorable (or frustrating) stories, always forgotten by the time I make it to the computer. There’s a lot of whining about how my job sucks, but I am SOOOOOO glad to have the paycheck that I can’t help but suck up the whining and attempt a grateful attitude.
And there are stories like this cliffhanger, which I will leave you with since I am here and maybe you are too: I bought new bras and underwear yesterday. I had Orange and Apple with me, so I did not try on the bras, which of course are too small.** So now I need to choose: lose 10 pounds (on my to-do list anyway), learn to love the back fat as I have learned to embrace the muffin top, or exchange them for the correct size (which is what I will eventually do, because I am a responsible grown-up and I am not intimidated by the teenager at Target’s return counter).***
*Well, let’s not kid ourselves. At this point, nobody’s checking for content here anymore.
**Jellyman — the band is too small, not the cups. Sorry.
***Yes, Target. Shut up.