In other news, I bought a new pair of jeans. Now (in the sprit of confession) I was wearing my maternity jeans or the only not-torn pair that I had left, which were size 20. Ouch. Yeah. But, because the regular jeans were able to be slipped off, I figured that due to that (and to the fact that they looked BAD on me, like call Stacy and Clinton bad) I NEEDED new jeans.
So a few days ago, I went to Le Tarzhay and tried on two pairs of jeans. Size 18 and size 16. Besides the gnarly yellowed wash on the size 16s, I didn't buy either pair.
Because they were too big.
What?!?

Yesterday I went back and tried on size 14 and size 12.
Can't quite zip up the size 12s ... and since they were both low rise, I had a little shelf of mummy-tummy hanging over the front.

So I had to go to Fred Meyer (and they had a SALE!) ... so I got a pair of mid-rise dark-ish wash size 14 jeans for just four cents more than I'd pay at Target normally.

Yay!

Also, since Bruce had a fever and I needed (yes, needed) to use a great coupon at Borders and to get some milk and sundry supplies, I headed out alone in the evening. I usually don't do that. Nearly cried, since I felt so strange.

At Safeway, two guys talked to me. Weird. One was the employee stocking the produce section. One was another shopper.
Well, that's odd. Guys usually don't talk to me when I'm grocery shopping. Even when I do wear makeup (which I wasn't. But my hair did look pretty cute, if I do say so myself).
There are only three reasons that I can come up with:
- My new jeans have magic "make me pretty" powers.
- My shirt choice (brown is supposed to convey friendliness and approachability)
- The fact that I'm shopping alone and without twin babies and a husband in tow.

Michael adds a fourth reason ("Because you're hot. Face it." Me: "Isn't that how I ended up with two children and a husband in tow?" Michael: "Yes. Are you complaining about that?" Me: "No. It's just weird when guys talk to me, though." Michael: "Was the second one cute?" Me: "I don't know! He wasn't bad looking, but he looked like he was younger than me ... which means he IS younger than me.")
I think Michael's biased though. :) But he can go on thinking that. :D

Also, the mirrors at Fred Meyer? The longer you look at yourself in them, the more you start to hate your body. Not true for the Target mirrors. Why is that?

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