I had my pants button pop open on me a couple days ago and have been banished to my "fat" wardrobe. Sigh.
People keep asking me about names. Let's just say I have my list and Tom approves of 3% of it. I still think Strawberry is an insanely cute name for a girl (Strawberry Brown, doesn't it just make you want to eat her up!?) and Bernard (nicknames: Beans or Butters. But with a name like Bernard Brown, would I be dooming him to a lifetime of chubbiness and mediocrity? For some reason this reminds of the Berenstain Bears...) is equally great for a boy. Of course, I wouldn't actually name my child those, but maybe secretly I get a sick pleasure out of thinking up unusual and kitschy titles for my offspring. Sue me.
Now it's time for my daily Wii Fit quota and then off to Bed, Bath, and Beyond in search of something that will make sleeping be more comfortable and less spine-wrenching.