I went into jeans crisis mode until I saw a friend at church who has a body similar to mine wearing skinny jeans. And they looked cute. So I stuck my hand down the back of her pants and fished for the label, got the brand and then went on a quest to find those suckers and see if I could squeeze my butt into them. Amazingly, I found 'em at TJMaxx for the bargain price of $16.99. Hot diggity dog. Curvy girls can evidently wear skinny jeans, too. Granted I don't look as cute as my 100 pound mother does in her skinnys, but such is life. (And seriously- why in the world didn't I get her petite genes?) Mother's curse us in ways they don't even mean too!
I felt dumb taking a picture of myself. But I had to make Babbling Abby proud. So here is the end result. Complete with hips and butt and all squeezed into some $16 jeans.
It is a good thing that child is cute because he has been on a 48 hour quest to make me miserable. It has been one of those periods of time where I'd rather go to a job where all I do is poke myself with red hot pokers for 8 hours a day than stay home with Miles while he acts out of control. Trama and Attachment can kiss my butt.
On a funny note, I washed and detangled his hair the other day and it dried kind of Don King-ish.
So here is our family as Noah sees it- pet jellyfish and all.
That about wraps it up. We are laying low until Miles stops raging. He was sick on Sunday and Monday. During that time he was super snuggly and lovey dovey. Plus- we had Sadie's b-day in there and she got lots of attention. Miles can stand it when someone else gets attention. These last few days of pure chaos are obvioulsy fallout. Hopefully he'll snap out of it soon and we can return to our regularly scheduled programming!