WELL, THIS IS ALL NEW
I had an event this weekend that required I wear something other than yoga pants and my Arizona Wildcats hockey sweatshirt. (Am not a hockey fan, per se; rather, I’m a VINTAGE HOCKEY SWEATSHIRT fan.) Anyway, I had to get dressed up for the first time since the fateful Achilles-rupturing opera in January and I discovered – for the first time ever – I’m not fat enough for most of my clothes any more. This is a GOOD problem to have, but a problem nonetheless. Fortunately, I was
I BE ROLLIN', THEY BE HATIN'
I've since graduated to crutches but I wanted to save a shot of me on my knee-scooting cart for posterity. The recovery is still a long haul, but I'm grateful for the progress. (P.S. Dignity is so last year.)
WE CAN REBUILD HER, WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY
My whole overweight adult life I dreamed about tucking my jeans into my boots. So I guess dreams really do come true!
HERE IS YOUR BAG OF SHAME, MA'AM
I suspect whomever packed my delivered bags of groceries has a sense of humor.
