Thank you, thank you Grandma Hilda.
I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow I feel like a cow
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
13 years ago
14 comments:
I don't get it, but hugs.
Is it possible or helpful to go up a band size? I was a 38 B before nursing, now a 40 DD because while the tape measurement indicates I *could* do a 38F, well, really, I'd rather not.
I am still nursing, but just once/day, and no signs of deflation. I'm not sure what'll happen when I try to go back to civvy undergarments.
It's truly horrible not to feel happy with your body, since there's nowhere you can go to get away.
You look fabulous. I'm sorry that you feel like a cow. You do NOT look like one.
I hope Grandma just fed you too many delicious things, rather than making one of those. Either way... I feel your pain. [hugs]
Especially since my Grandma was named Hilda too!
and I had a great-grandma Hilda, whom I never met.
(((Liz)))
I missed receiving my grandmother's DDDs but I ended up with a bubblish butt.
Okay, Spock here for my once-a-year delurk: this is entirely my fault. The only change I've seen in Liz over the last few years is that becoming a mommy subtly made her shape more womanly, which I love, but would have thought was not possible. The reason she's in a funk is that she bought a dress that was a different numerical size than I remember her telling me she was. I looked at my wife, made the certain determination that the only difference I could see in her is that she is more alluring than when I met her, and then listened in abject horror as I heard my mouth go into auto-pilot and say, "You're that size, now? You're that size?"
All attempts to convince her that I was reacting to the fact that I find the sizing systems of women's clothing utterly baffling (because, again, I don't see a size difference in the person, so it must be something about the clothes) have failed. My crack squad of relationship mentors have recommended that I submit my name as a brain donor, or undergo rebirthing therapy, as the only way to avoid what they see as the intolerable furtherance of that condition knows as "living with myself."
Liz, you are gorgeous. You have always been gorgeous. I am working on a paper that will prove this to be one of the fundamental constants of the cosmos. The fact that someone boobytrapped a dress with a tag that has a dimensionless number on it where I could see it, combined with the fact that my cognitive lobes are only loosely coupled to my speech center, produced a stupidity detonation of doomsday magnitude, and as soon as I can find that tube of Krazy Glue, this will never happen again.
We are going to a formal-wear event on Saturday night. If you show up in the outfit you bought yesterday, you will have multiple options to replace me with better stock within the first hour, I promise you. But just remember: those guys will be reacting to the package. I'm the one who knows that what's inside is as lovely as the rest. I just wish that's what I'd said two days ago.
BTW, I'll be home late tonight. I have to visit a clothing factory and go postal.
awwwwwww how sweet!!!! I love that you can articulate what it is that you love about liz....Found this blog by accident and this was very sweet from hubby. wow....I would forget you ever said anything about it.
Well, damn! I was going to make a humorless and caustic comment concerning utters and getting a glass of milk. But how can I, now, after your OM’s comments? You are truly blessed to have a man care about you that much. Makes me wish he was married to me, and I’m straight. Sniff, sniff! Oh!! What’s happening Saturday night?
Can we clone Mr. Spock? I know a couple of women who could use one instead of the oafs they have.
What a sweetheart! Best apology I've heard in ages.
He truly is a sweetie and completely a mensch. And I love him so. And I posted this post BEFORE he said anything about the dress size.
What a sweet guy.
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