I thought that might get your attention. Currently, Lars lives in the closet. Before you pity him, it is a rather large closet, and while he is super fat, he is still a rather small person, generally speaking. However, our apartment complex is offering a killer deal on 2 bedroom apartments-- so-- we can afford to move. Lars will soon have a room with a window and a closet, Tor will have his balcony, I will have... more to clean. Including a second bathroom. For those of you who would like to come visit you will now have your own room and bathroom, it will be like a regular bed and breakfast. We even have rates for the different seasons and a friends & family discount (not too much mind you, momma still needs a new pair of shoes).
On a different note entirely, Lars and I went on a walk the other day and I saw these cute dresses in a store window. Not having treated myself for a while, I decided to enter this cute little boutique and see what they had to offer. Nice and expensive dresses is what they had to offer. Somehow the sales lady convinced me to try them on. Now, this boutique has one of those irritating dressing rooms thrown up in the middle of the store with four curtains that don't quite meet on each side and no mirror. Therefore you must parade your not quite Angelina Jolie post-baby physique out of the curtain room and show it to the multitudes. Not as daunting as anticipated since they've already seen your granny-panty wearing, nursing-bra clad, unshaven legged self thru the 4 inch gap in the curtain. I, having not tried on fancy clothes for a while, didn't know there was a zipper on the dress and dashed on out to take a view. The sales lady kindly zipped me up (oh yeah did I mention that I hadn't planned on anyone getting close to me and therefore hadn't showered or deodorized yet that morning). The dress was a miserable failure, but I decided to add a little icing to the humiliation cake I was baking and started taking the dress off right there, in front of the guy whose wife had just dragged him into the store to look at clothes. At the last minute I realized what I was doing and dashed back into the curtain room so that he would at least have to work a little to see me in all my glory. This made me realize what I have become... That horrible suave commercial where the woman with the children starts looking more terrible thru each scene until suave shampoo rescues her and turns her into a mom with good clothes, great makeup and enough time to shower and do her hair. So, long story short I skipped on the dress and bought a bottle of suave at the Rite Aid downstairs. I can already notice a difference.
On another note:
This is my Grandma and Grandpa. My Grandma has end stage Alzheimer's and I would like everyone to say a prayer for her, and my gramps. They are really good grandparents and I love them both.
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