Today, in the span of about 2 minutes I went from way up here to way down there. That's a bit of an exaggeration and so you are warned. It was a beautiful day today and I guilt-ed myself in to getting up and at 'em because all I did yesterday was lie around bra-less in sweat pants, watching sappy movies on the Hallmark Channel. Prior to yesterday, I didn't know the Hallmark Channel existed. But I was in that sort of mood. Actually, I did go for an appointment at 9AM and then got a pedicure so it wasn't all a lost cause and okay, yeah...I was hungover and so the Hallmark Channel was the result of the remote being wayyy over there and I'd already taken my bra off and the blanket...the COUCH blanket was somehow positioned just so and, well, I'm sure you get the idea.
So, today. I got up, all fresh from all the rest I got and realized I could not waste another day, another nice early March spring tease of a day, bra-less in my sweat pants on the couch. I even decided to shave a few things.
I got out my old skinny jeans, a black t-shirt with sparkles on it (I am not a sparkles-type girl..this was a donated item), a black sweater and some super cool boots I own (read:comfortable, but also cute) and set out to do a few things but not a whole lot of anything. I got about three blocks in and a dude did the 'ole, hey...you look good...
I did what any normal 50-year old would do which is to first check...are you talking to me?? Then the hahaha, of course you were, I do look good. And hey, thanks! Swagger, swagger.
You know none of that happened, right? Except the hey, you look good and the thanks.
A block and a half later, I saw one of Frederick's homeless, Red Beard and asked him about his health and made sure his cane was near-by and as I turned to continue on down the street he shouted at me "hey! Your're pregnant??!!"
I am throwing away the black sweater.