I really do remember when I used to have time to blog regularly. I think it was way back when I was in my twenties.
Today we're going shopping for my birthday, which will entirely consist of new clothes. Clothes that don't have elastic waistbands and that were designed this season. I can't remember the last time I got clothes for myself. I am so excited I might just pee.
Also on the agenda? Getting Allison's picture taken. Because despite the fact that my camera is nice enough to take professional portraits and I have overloaded my hard drive with images, it's what parents do. Parents take their children to bad department store studios to prop them in front of a basket of fake flowers. It's a rite of passage.
And I'll be able to look back at that picture and say to Alli, "Remember that day? That was the day I realized I would never stuff my thighs into a size 8 ever again. ... But your picture was so buttery cute that I didn't even care."