national like yourself day

I WEIGHED MY JEANS I have a confession: I weighed my pants. Like stripped down and put my jeans ON the scale. I waited for a number to come up. Nothing. Zero. I took them off the scale and tried it again. Zero point zero. Fuck. There goes that plan. I was on my way to the doctor, the LADY doctor to be exact. Not for anything in particular, just a yearly check-up to make sure all my parts are still functioning after three babies. (Happy to report my reproductive system is still on fleek). ANYWAY, with a 10:00am appointment I was panicking a bit. Not because of the inevitable traffic to head over the hill to ...Read More
The other day I noticed a picture on my phone that Jonah must have taken one morning during a round of “Mommy, what does this button do.” I have to be honest, at first glance, I saw nothing but blur and went to delete it. But then I took a second look, “Do my thighs look as great as I think they do here?” Totally self absorbed and obnoxious as it may sound, the photo gave me that sort of… “hmmph” feeling… The kind of feeling when you try you try on a pair of jeans you think will look terrible, but lo and behold, your butt actually looks ...Read More