no kids allowed. in this post.

I cannot believe I only post about kid-related shit. Who am I? What have I become? Yeah, yeah. I know. I've become a mom. I've been racking my brain about non-kid-related shit to write about and have come up with nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Big. Fat. Goose. Egg.

I lied.

I came up with one thing. But it makes me want to punch myself even more. Wait. Two things. And since I really don't have much self-esteem left in me anyway, I'll go ahead and share with you.

1.

I saw this car on the road yesterday. I don't know why but I hated it. I wanted to run over it with my big ass granny Camry.

That's all.

See why I want to punch myself? That's all I came up with.

But wait. It gets worse...

2.

I went shopping for clothes. It was awful. I didn't even know what size I wear. I hated every minute of it. First of all, I don't have money for new clothes. Second, have you gone shopping for new clothes lately? It appears the ruffle monster has the flu and has vomited ruffles all over everything. Third, I don't have a job yet so I didn't even know what kind of clothes I should be buying. I decided that I should get stuff that I could wear at home and out and about. The most important thing was that they needed to fit.

After much stress and sweating and bitching and moaning, I came home with some nice new clothes and they even fit. And some of them have ruffles. Punch me now. I realized that it has been a very long time since I have worn clothes that actually fit. It feels kind of nice to not have to hike up my pants every few minutes. The problem now is that I have to get a belt that fits. Henry likes to tuck his toes into my belt and stand up while I'm holding him. I tried my belt on with my new clothes and I can see daylight between the belt and the pants.

Shit. My non-kid-related post just turned kid-related.