let us all rejoice

The good Lord did dust us with snow today, all day in fact and considerably more than a dusting. I guess winter is coming (or is it already here?) even though I had a personal request in that fall stick around at least another few months. No freaking dice. Boo-hoo.

The Nub has had three changes of sweatpants (he is his mother's son) due to various moisture related incidents and I myself saw fit to put on real clothes for a brief trip to the post office (package mailed Christina!) and then to the dry cleaner where I finally dropped off that dress thickly crusted in baby vomit dug out from the dregs of my closest where it's been since LAST winter. There was a copious amount of vomit down the front of that dress, take my word for it, the Nub had some serious vomit related issues, and how glad am I that stage is over?

Also, copious is one of the best words ever.

Anywho, back to me wearing real clothes. Lately with my diet of caramel corn, pumpkin pie and pre-Halloween candy (food is love) I've been a little bit nervous around clothes that have zippers and buttons instead of elastic and jersey knit. Today I sucked it up, quite literally, and slid on this pair of skinny jeans (brave!) and a sweater that hasn't seen the light of day for 2 years (thanks to the Great Gestation of '08 and ensuing Postpartum Painfully Awkward In My Own Body period of '08/early 09). And then I took a picture of it so you could rejoice with me that both did not look entirely terrible. I'm sorry if you're not an Ugg person either, but I will long be a devoted convert to this unfortunate looking boot. We have bonded and it is to the death, or at least until I have to take drastic measures to get another pair, like sell plasma or my eggs or something like that.
Just kidding little eggies, stay in there, I like you.

Last winter, thanks to the extra 20 Nub lbs I was lugging around, I did enjoy looking in the mirror at any cost. In fact, all of my glorious sweatpant collection got so used and abused to the point that most are now sporting somewhat suggestive holes in places that I really am not at liberty to describe. But now, excepting those days I go on sugar benders and fail to exercise for a week, clothes fit again.

What's even better is that I got those jeans at the Wal-Mart on the sale rack of all places for a grand total of $5.

Tender mercies people.

Life is good.