I remember having no issue after Lincoln... I was back in normal clothes easily. After Emerson, not so much, but still... I could dress wisely enough to avoid looking like a total jiggler. I had to committ to the bathing suit suck in trick, but it was okay. (note, if you are reading this and even have to wonder what the bathing suit suck in trick is, you are instructed to eat a large milkshake and fries everyday from now until you do understand. thank you.)
So, now after Alden, the jiggle... it is here. I must begin to work out, not eat popcorn before bed, and gulp... I am giving up coffee. YES, I said it. I am going to cut back first, from two monstorous cups a morning to one. If I see the jiggle go away with that, I will not lose my head and cut out my coffee completely. I mean, I am committed to jiggle annihilation, but I do have my standards too.
Now, I know most of you do not care about this, but I figured if I put it in writing I would be more apt to follow through. Plus, my friend Lorena and I are aiming to run a 5K next year. HA, I am laughing as I write that, but we keep saying we are going to do it. Plus, you can run/walk this event so, we technically have an out.
Here is a picture of me and the Fat Dog at the Park. All joking aside, he is totally worth the jiggle. He had, literally, his first fussy day ever Wednesday. His bottom two teeth are coming in and he had a hard time napping in the afternoon. He got over it pretty quickly though. :)
He had been rolling over grandly from belly to back, and today, he finally got the back to belly. He is still a complete alligator with dry skin like I have never seen. I lotion him so much he slips out my hands like a greased watermelon. And that is all for the fatdog report.
SO, on to the latest PO adventure which I never did share. Chrissy and I are SO fond of the post office. (insert eye roll here) It was actually a few weeks ago. I was mailing a package to Kim. (Did it ever get there Kim?) and I was trying to be more prepared, and not lose my place in line, so I grabbed the customs form and filled it out whilst balancing my box on my leg. The line was actually near the table, but some man came in and gave me that look that said, "If you are writing at the table you are not in line honey and I will snatch your spot quick as look at you." So, I turned back to the line and wrote the form out there, hence the box balancing. Micah graciously waited in the car with the kiddos. As I wait in line I hear a lady in front of me ask for a sheet of the "Incredibles" stamps. She is mailing a card to her grandson she says, and he likes them. Cool, I think, they have The Incredibles on stamps. Now, I am thinking, like you, of the Disney movie. We'll come back to this in a moment.
I get to the front and she weighs my box, takes my painstakingly filled out customs form and says,
"Oh, I'm sorry. This is over 5 lbs, so you have to fill out a different customs form."
WHAT???? I wanted to yell, but, I did not. I maintained composure and thought of the fun at the back of the line. But then she says, "Here, fill it out while I weigh the other ones and just stay right here."
I almost cried little tears of postal joy.
And Kim, if the label looks like chicken scratch its cause I wrote it like a mile a minute, I was not wasting any time! After I get the packages done, I ask for the Incredibles stamps as well. She hands me a sheet of comic book heroes, you know like Marvel comic books. I was not about to tell her I wanted different ones and risk the chance of never being allowed line wait priviledges again, so I take the stamps and think, note to self, never eavesdrop at the post office. These are some butt ugly stamps, and I pride myself and cute stamp usage.
Here ends the blogging for today....
As always, here is some scrappiness...
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