My house is eating my stuff... My favorite pair of flip flops disappeared several months ago. I have looked high and low and the only explanation was that the underwear gnomes of yesteryear had moved on to flip flops. They are excalating again and apparantly desired the only skirt that fits me and the sweater that covers my sagging arms. I am going to my sister-in-laws' bridal shower this weekend in New York and have nothing to wear!!
Although I love Paul, he is not helping. He is 'entertaining' me with a fashion show of all the nice clothes that he intends to wear which fit him perfectly. So, we will be walking through Manhattan with Paul in his nice jeans and 'going out' jacket, and me in sweat shorts and a T-shirt.
I guess this is what I get for refusing to buy maternity clothes!
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