We went to see our little-girl neighbor in her recital on Sunday. It was ok, obvsly am unsure abt girls with pudding-feet dressing up to run around, but they had way more fun than Toddlers & Tiaras, so God bless. That path was not for us.
I ran into a different neighbor yesterday, the mother of a bunch of my smaller neighbors. She is the sweet doll who came over to hand me her baby & it was awkward, but that was five years ago and two more babies have gone by. She knows us better now.
We were both getting home & she questioned why I was wearing a foxy-ass dress. Ugh, lol, but we had volunteering at the convalescents' home & I had no clean pants. Only people who know me would ask; any of you would have instantly known I was caught up by laundry, ha.
Talking about her newest baby (that kid is a baby for ladies who don't like babies) & his fall from the growth chart, she hazarded a coy query into the story on my new body.
The millisecond she saw that I wasn't going to leap into a T-testimonial, her disposition switched entirely. The reason she has five kids is because she is at least 5 billion times sweeter than I.
"Is it stress?" she asked, fully in just-between-us-girls mode.
I KNOW SERIOUSLY THANK YOU! YES!
Remember the time I put coal in the children's stockings? SO DO I.
Plus, omg, my in-laws! Bleep bleep bleep!
I was at knit-night Tuesday night, it was fine. No one talked to me any more than was required, the girl who was so insistent I attend didn't make it (prob bc "weather") & now that's over, thank God. xoxoxox