...it's been seven weeks since my last entry.
DAMN that's a long time. Nothing's been happening, except I've expanded considerably. My belly button has popped out now like the eyes and ears on those alien rubber thingees you squeeze to release stress.
I was sick, though. Still am - but I'm definitely on the upswing. My boss, who is sick now, told me today "as the title of one of my favorite hippie songs once said: i feel like homemade shit". I felt like that, homemade shit, for about 4 of those 7 weeks. I got a flu shot, but that apparently doesn't protect you from lung-hocking coughs and snot-filled colds. So that on top of all the pregnancy bullshit, let me tell you, I've been REALLY pleasant to be around. Just ask my husband.
So what has compelled me to write after such a long time. My realization that I have a pet peeve that I haven't disclosed to any of you yet.
Here it is.
Female newscasters should not, I repeat NEVER EVER EVER, wear leather, ESPECIALLY when on national news programs. This includes morning shows, which we all know isn't really news per se. Paula Zahn broke this rule tonight, but believe me, she is not alone. They all do it, mostly on Fridays, cuz I guess that's dress-down day. Like casual Fridays at most offices. But you are ON THE NEWS, LADIES. I cannot take you seriously if you're wearing leather. Period. End of story.
That's it. There's way more going on in my life, but nothing as important as sharing that thought. Hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving. Jase and I worked and in our hour off, drove around town looking for some restaurant that was open. It's amazing how desperate you feel when all the regular eating spots are closed. "WE'RE GONNA STARVE!" I shouted while Jase drove our covered wagon/Jeep Cherokee through the prairies.
But don't fear. Before the wolves got us, we stumbled across a man named Jack and his Box. Drive thru open 24 hours, even on Thanksgiving!!! I love you Jack!!!