Sweet God, FAT PHOTO:
We haven't figured out the best way to take these photos. Well, that's not quite true: The Targo takes a fine photo and I'm all "OMIGAH! LOOK AT MY SEVEN CHINS!" As a result, you get booty and gut. Perhaps the black tanktops or t-shirts aren't the best options?
Today, I officially outgrew my last pair of fat pants. I'm a little on the heart-broken side, because that means I have to shop some more. Shopping and I are not BFFs. Partly because I'm chunky and mostly because I'm cheap.
Last thing, it appears that as my belly grows, my brain shrinks. On Sunday, The Targo and I went for brunch in our old 'hood. When we got home, I was feeling poorly and I had my hands full of stuff. I got out of the car and at some point dropped the faceplate to the car stereo. The damn thing has no monetary value on its own, but of course, it's gone. I posted a couple of fliers to see if anyone would return it:
LOST: CAR STEREO/CD PLAYER FACEPLATE
In Black Leather Case
Dumb blonde girl dropped it on Sunday on the XXXX block of XXXXXX Avenue
and didn't notice. She's pregnant, so give the Sister a break.
If found, nice person with the awesome hair,
please call XXX-XXX-XXXX. You're fab!
(I really did post a flier, but it wasn't nearly as fun.) Interwebs, if you see it, will you give me a call?