Fodder

I'm having writer's block. Sorry. I have a million drafts of things I've written this week and I feel like it's all crap. Crap crap crap. I don't know what it is. I don't have a creative bone in my body. I have lots of topics and things to write about, but actually choking out a sentence that's worthy of reading is a total challenge for some reason.

Would you believe the kiddo is sick again? It has been literally every other week he has been sick since he's started school. Will this stop eventually? It's almost pointless being enrolled in school! He's been there exactly half the time!

Oh well.

On another note, I went shopping for a dress for my husband's Christmas party. And thank you, Hot for the Holidays because would you believe I tried on an armful of dresses THAT WERE ALL BIG!?!?!?!?

I don't think I can physically write the number of exclamation marks that I am feeling right now! Nothing fit! And in a good way!! The downside is that I apparently lost my chest. As in, I have nothing to hold up any dress and what little I do have is a little saggy. Probably the first time that me, the anti-plasticsurgeryite, has ever thought that a boobjob would be nice. But still. BIG? Yay!! Yay!! Yay!! Yayyyyy!!! So I didn't find anything I liked and I will gladly try again. I was literally skipping around the mall like a 17-year-old. And I actually felt like a fatty the past few days because I am *ahem* retaining water. You know.

So since I have no creativity I'll turn it over to someone who does. A barber in my neighborhood. Dontcha just love this slogan?