Whenever I’m starting to feel down on myself or my self esteem drop a bit I take a moment to remember even Supermodels shit. Like, I don’t just think that, I go so far as to picture Gizelle on the loo after eating burrito’s. I think of Heidi Klum desperately trying not to let one slip when she’s watching TV with her kids. After a few moments sitting on this (I usually end up in the bathroom myself), I start to feel better. Nobody’s perfect, pooping is proof.
Speaking of models, I went out Saturday night! I swear I took about an hour and a half to get ready. It never takes me more than thirty minutes but I took my time. I shaved almost all of both of my legs (but not really) and did my hair with my small round brush so it was seriously just perfect. My dear friend Reggie was there and he’s a pro with a camera so I always look my best when he’s around. I wanted to get noticed so I wore my lowest cut shirt – tit’s ahoy matey!
I’m about to be 35 but they’re still about 23. I had a reduction five years ago from a 36I to a 36D so I actually don’t even have to wear a bra, it’s just a formality. I figure might as well show them while I’ve got them and it did the trick, I got the camera’s attention! I’d love to write about the night but someone got tanked and wants me to keep it to myself. I will be writing about something that happened to me there later in the week but don’t feel like talking about it today.
So I totally stayed in bed until noon today. I woke up at 12, 2:30, 6, 8 and 10:30 but my son wasn’t making any noise and my head was THROBBING (again – I had about four days off) so I decided to stay in bed. Finally at about twelve I had to have my Cocoa Pebbles and I heard the TV on, Josh was already down here watching. He’s so pissed that I ate all the Cocoa Pebbles he’s on food strike which is absolutely AMAZING because all that kid does is eat and shit (much like a Supermodel).
I have to go to the store. I went the other day specifically looking for dishwasher detergent and I bought everything but. I need more cereal (apparently to share now), detergent and toothpaste as far as I can tell. In the past two weeks shopping I’ve spent just slightly over $100 and I’ve saved around $150 using coupons so I feel like I’m making a worthwhile contribution to my household.
I don’t know how long you’ve been reading me, I have a lot of new readers lately for some reason but if you’ve been with me a while you’d know I had a Bengaai Cardinal fish that gave birth to and ate all but one of his babies a few months ago. It traumatized me. I watched his mouth grow as they got bigger and my husband and I were there for the hatching. It was my fault he ate them, I read somewhere that it was a good idea to leave the dad in for a week after they were born (we used a breeder tank) but the dad ate 11 out of 12 of them the day after they all hatched. No joke, I cried. I put so much effort into those little guys. Well now we have one two month old fish swimming alone in the tank and the dad is carrying eggs again. I’m super confused. In three weeks the dad has to get moved to the breeding tank so he can spit the babies out but I’m afraid the bigger baby might eat the eggs. I’m also afraid that the bigger baby is still too small for the regular fish tank and that he’d get destroyed by the big fish in there if we drop him in. I’m just not ready for this guy to have more fish but I want so badly to see another group hatch. Ryan will figure it all out, he’s the smart one in the house. I’m just the pretty one who isn’t afraid to admit she’s like a Supermodel.