We shopped for groceries today. Before we left, I changed out of my super roomy sweat pants and into a pair of less comfortable but more presentable maternity pants. A pair of pants that I knew were starting to feel snug a few weeks ago, but I put them on today anyway, hopeful that either a.) the pants grew or b.) some small elves came and magically added a few inches to the waist band for me.
I slept with my camera on the bedside table last night, ready to capture my daily wake up at the ass crack of dawn.
(It came at 4:32 yesterday!)
When I heard the squeakmobile coming down the street this morning, it got all lights, camera, ACTION! up in here. Now I can show you exactly what I’m talking about.
You can even hear the damn cat meowing at me at the end there.
I think the cat and the car are in cahoots to keep me awake.
CAN’T A GIRL GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE?
Well why don’t you just make yourself at home Hissy?
Hissy has in fact made herself at home, I happened upon her last night in the bathroom hanging out on the sink.
A little snake charming last night, a little charming pre-run snack this morning.
Why do dates look so creepy when you cut into them? And then to top it all off – it coughs up this gigantic bug-like pit! This is a cruel joke of nature if you ask me. Here! Eat this thing that looks disgusting but tastes unbelievable! Try it – it’s good, I promise! Just don’t look at it.