I knew it would be a meh day when I woke up with a splitting headache. Maybe TLG sensed it too. He opted to stay in bed. So two advils later, I found myself trudging down the aisles pushing a cart that seemed to weigh as much as a dead orka. The Coors song in the background only made me want to cry. The Dynamic Duo C and B were doing their shopping. I was too distracted to notice that C didn't follow our m.o. Hence, the near identical outfits. B calls it "the old lady uniform." (When did a white tee and jeans become old school?) I spent the better part of the afternoon going over my closet. I had been saving my favorite pregnant jeans. It reminded me of a happy time: The anticipation of TLG and all that came with motherhood. Not to mention, they were just a really great pair of jeans. This afternoon though, they looked different. Almost smaller. Since I was in a masochistic mood, I decided to try them on. Pregnant pants fit. Mind you, I am not pregnant. Plus they turned into capris. Did they shrink? Did I get taller? Oh sheep. Clearly it's time to say goodbye.
My horoscope says my "Cancerian passion will ignite, so look forward to a great sex life this month." Now I am just laughing. And in the words of TLG, "I am serious. I really am."
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