So we will find out tonight on the 10 o'clock news.
Fingers crossed, toes crossed, praying like mad and sweating like piggies. Tonight may be a good night to wear deodorant. If I have any...
Perhaps I'll break out the razor and shave my legs for the occasion.
As for other piggies in life, my scale is broken. Not that I super care because I am not one who weighs myself obsessively *depending on whose opinion counts* but it's just a minor inconvenience. I don't know if it's really broken, it's just that I thought I had gained about X amount of pounds but zee scale says I've lost X amount on pounds. So basically all that weight I put on, thank you birth control for that weight gain, is now gone. Poof. I have no idea how it happened, but at least I am back down to my normal healthy weight. That also means that my fabulous birth control boobies have deflated. -Rather unfortunate.
Update on the shoe situation: Though I have yet to find a pair of flats I am crazy about, the husband let me buy a pair I was slightly fond of along with some crazy cute tights. I consult him when I want to buy something as I have this mad shopping problemo. Lady likes retail therapy. It's a good system we have going on.
Here is what I am most scared to admit to anyone:
Flashbacks. I've been having them again, I've been disassociating, I'm getting scared again. And I need them to stop, but I don't know how to make them go away.
Bring on the retail therapy.
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