While there is still about a foot of snow on our lawn and our driveway is completely impassible for the ice, the city is melted and disgusting. Turns out hundreds of people lost mittens and gloves and scarves and cups and bags of dog crap right before the snow and they have all been unearthed now and the streets are pretty scary looking.
I've bought bras, people, do we ever talk about underwear here?
It's a horrible process, the bra buying, and my last experience being fitted put me off it all over again. The fitter was 5'10" and 102 pounds and sold me bras with foam cups. Big mistake. I don't know what the infatuation with foam cups is but it's difficult to find bras without them. (Everyone at my office getting this?) Anyway, I was wandering in the mall last weekend and trying on things at Zara, which: NO, and realized that perhaps underwear that fits me might be handy. I went here and Monica assessed me and my situation and without laying a hand on me or a tape measure around me, was right on target with the bras. With the exception of the itchy lace one which I will return today.
I've got an offsite meeting for three days next week which involves a lot of sitting around and making sure the food is good (that's my job). I'm looking forward to it, actually, sitting and listening for a few days. Of course, there is the powerpoint I have to make.
A friend is coming from out of town in the middle of March. Make yourself known in the comments, friend. I'm excited about that. There's a surprise party in there too, somewhere...but then in April: LONDON. The kicker? K is going too. True. Can't believe it. He is actually shooting at the same event I am attending. I've changed my travel arrangements and we'll do a weekend and that is very exciting. I'm going to meet Alice as well. I can't even.
After that I have a major event I'm organizing in the city in May. And then it's summer.
Have I gone too fast?
There's a lot in the middle but I do know that I'd like to return to that house I rented for K's birthday after the May event. The May event just might kill me and I am itching (forget earlier bra reference) to go back to that house to unwind. I'm a little wound (obviously as I am skipping huge chunks of time to get to a mini vacation in my head).
So, back to today. I'm picking up a friend, going to the mall to return the itchy bra (back to earlier bra reference) and having a look around for a couple of dresses to bring to London because I've gained some weight and the cause of that, my friends, is something I have started a dozen posts about and then deleted all of them. Suffice to say, it has nothing to do with my eating habits.