1. Did you know that 80% of all women are wearing the wrong size bra? Yeah, well, for years, I've been super proud of my ability to wear the right size. Yeah, I know, it's weird, but when you don't do very many things well, you have to boast about what you can do. The thing about it is that since I've been married (four years), I've only bought new bras once. They say you should be re-measured every six months. Yesterday, on a whim, I decided to head to the mall for a measurement. And guess who was wearing the wrong size? You got it. Me. And guess what they did?! They took me to the dressing room and brought me one of every style of bra they had in the store in my size. I chose the ones I wanted, they assigned me a sales associate, and she took me right to the styles I'd chosen, showed me the available colors, and sorted them out for me. Ugh. It was fabulous - like having my own personal shopper. Today, the girls are back to being perky without weird pooches of skin popping out all over the place. Who knew it could be that easy?
2. And while picking the bras was super easy, here's a tip: Never shop for lingerie on Valentine's Day. Especially if you're pushing a baby in a stroller. It's standing room only and no one's moving. Plus, then you have to see old men picking out white garters and little white teddys that say, "sexy little bride". Um, dude, unless you're married to a woman who's 60 years younger than you, there's no way she's going to wear that.
3. Carolyn was thrilled with her trip to the mall. Even though she'd taken a less-than-desirable nap in the morning and it was her nap time again when we put her in the stroller, she refused to sleep. Nope. My nosey little baby wouldn't even sit back in the stroller seat. She sat straight up and clung onto the tray so her head could be on a constant swivel. I don't think she missed a thing, which is just the way she wants it. In about two more months, I'm not going to be able to take her anywhere - she's 1/4" away from being able to grab things from the stroller.
4. I'm scared Carolyn thinks spitting up is a suitable alternative to smiling. Whenever I pick her up from sleeping, she buries her head in my shoulder. I always think, "Awww, how sweet!" Then she vomits. Every time. Right in my hair. You think I'd learn to put a rag up there, but I never do.
5. Apparently last night I was laughing in my sleep - like loud enough to wake Husband, and that means loud. I was semi-awake when he asked me what was so funny and I remember pointing at the ceiling and saying, "I'm laughing at the bed in the ceiling!" Then, I remember telling him what I was dreaming about while I was laughing. Except I realized halfway through that I hadn't been dreaming about that at all and I was just making it up as I was going along. So I'm not only a sleep-laughter and a sleep-talker, I'm also a sleep-liar.
6. I did dream later on in the night that I was trying to pet someone's semi-tame mountain lion and she bit me.
4 comments:
Love 'em! Thanks for the laugh... I do the dream part alll the time with my husband. Then I'll try to defend myself later and explain the connection and he just looks at me like I'm crazy. or what I'm saying while half-asleep makes sense to me but apparently I'm saying completely random stuff out loud. Ha!
Hahaha I love silly dreams! :)
Oh and I definitely need to go get a bra fitting! I don't even feel comfortable in mine anymore :(
So where did you get the bra fitting? I am in desperate need of a new one. 4 kids in 5 1/2 years is not pretty.
Over at Vickie's. The Victoria's Secret in Beaumont will measure you, but won't bring you all the bras in your size. I'm pretty sure any store that has a lingere section also has a certified boob measurer. I know for a fact that Dillard's and Nordstrom both have them - but the Nordstrom bras can get really pricey. Just go and get measured and then hightail it out of there!
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