brief badly-written update thingumajiggy
Wee Boy went to the fire hall today. He thinks firefighters karate-chop fires, but that's okay - his illusions are far cooler than my reality.
Speaking of my reality, first date tomorrow! Wish me luck! I'm getting girled up in a blue dress (or maybe the black one - it does look a bit better on me and I have shoes to match) and wearing my False Advertising Bra. I know: TMI. Deal with it; it's just underwear.
I'm determined to blow his socks off - when he saw me last year I weighed twenty pounds more than I do now and I was in crappy jeans and a frayed sweater and he was interested in me anyway. This year I'm even accessorizing! (I have one of those wide-brimmed wanna-be Audrey Hepburn hats that looks awesome with the dress. Now I just need a jacket...)
Sometimes I wonder where my complete lack of confidence went, and then I remember that in certain situations I just go for broke and don't care - I've got a gambling streak in me. It's not as though he doesn't know how I normally dress, after all - he's known me long enough to get a sense of my lack of style.
Anyway, wish me lots o' luck.
I'll be back Monday late afternoon. Love to all of you!
Speaking of my reality, first date tomorrow! Wish me luck! I'm getting girled up in a blue dress (or maybe the black one - it does look a bit better on me and I have shoes to match) and wearing my False Advertising Bra. I know: TMI. Deal with it; it's just underwear.
I'm determined to blow his socks off - when he saw me last year I weighed twenty pounds more than I do now and I was in crappy jeans and a frayed sweater and he was interested in me anyway. This year I'm even accessorizing! (I have one of those wide-brimmed wanna-be Audrey Hepburn hats that looks awesome with the dress. Now I just need a jacket...)
Sometimes I wonder where my complete lack of confidence went, and then I remember that in certain situations I just go for broke and don't care - I've got a gambling streak in me. It's not as though he doesn't know how I normally dress, after all - he's known me long enough to get a sense of my lack of style.
Anyway, wish me lots o' luck.
I'll be back Monday late afternoon. Love to all of you!