It's still rainy season and it's not very warm, which I appreciate.
K and I are going to visit Poppy at her house on the coast next week and I cannot imagine it will be beach weather...not that I'm complaining.
Anyway, in preparation for the sea-coast life as well as a family party in July, I ordered 15 (!) bathing suit pieces from LandsEnd and am here to report that I found two that actually fit (and GOD, am I exhausted). Apparently, I am a six on the bottom and a two on the top. We agree that that is ridiculous, yes? Believe me when I say: my top is as big as my bottom.
Meanwhile, I sized out of my single pair of blue jeans yesterday. They were a size 4, so I went across the street to Old Navy (I do not spend a lot on jeans) and grabbed a couple of pairs of 6's.
No dice. 8's? Still too tight. I am a 10. The pair that no longer fit were about four years old. Three sizes in four years? My weight probably fluctuates 8 - 10 pounds so I'm a little confused.
I blame three things: age, wine and homemade ice cream.
That's some bittersweet dark chocolate ice cream right there and, if you are over 50, you might want to steer clear.
I was watching some television with Middle last night and we discovered the Horror Film Tells.
1. Things falling or dripping upwards. A bad sign, especially if it's water or blood.
2. Bleeding from the eyes. Need I say more?
3. People with no skin.
At the first sight of any of these things I change the channel.
Best outfit of the week, on the way to work:
Romaine, blue cheese, cranberries, walnuts, red onion, lemon and olive oil. $5.
Look what was on television!
Finally, I vote for Trinidad.