The Mr. and I are in Houston for a friend’s wedding. I can’t tell you how relaxing it’s been already, nor how incredibly difficult it was to pull out of the driveway without Stinks. Right now we’re gonna grab some lunch, then try to catch Harry Potter (!).
Sidenote: it’s really hard to find a strapless bra that fits when you’re “Not a 36 or a 38, not quite a C or a D,” according to the measuring-lady, and when your boobs are going to morph throughout the evening as they move through various stages of milkitude.
That is all.