Fat in a Day

Today, I called my mom to lament about the size of my ever-expanding baby belly.  Specifically, I was upset that the jeans I wore all day on Friday without incident were feeling extremely uncomfortable and tight when I put them on on Sunday.  I could tell it was going to be a short conversation because I could hear my 2-year-old niece, Allison, in the background saying “Dinosaur Train!”  Clearly, my mom had her hands full.  I pressed on anyway. 

“Mom,” I said, “I got fat in a day!” 

“Fat in a day?” she responded. 

Suddenly, the background noise changed:  “Fat in a day!  Fat in a day!” 

Thanks, Allison. 

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New Year’s Eve for Losers

We spent New Year’s Eve with Steve’s boss and her husband.  The short version of the story is she needed help with her computer and he was the man for the job.  I ended up watching a movie with her husband while the two of them worked on the computer, and then we all went out to a delicious dinner. 

When Steve told me the situation just a few hours before we left the house, I remarked it was a good thing we didn’t have any New Year’s plans.  He said she initially asked what time he needed to be home so we could do our thing, but he told her we had no plans.

“‘Cause we’re big fat losers,” I replied. 

“Yeah, but we’re big fat losers together.” 

Happy New Year!

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