Oh my gosh.
I might vomit in my mouth a little bit when I post this.
I just left a comment over at The Creamery for Minionlympics: Day 2.
All true.
And I only bring your attention to it, friends, because I need some serious cheering. Especially after that.
OMGWTFBBQ.
- Leave a comment at The Creamery, mentioning that you’re cheering for Alicia.
- Leave a comment here letting me know that you cheered for me in the Minionlympics.
- Leave a comment on the incomparable Jayme’s Minionlympics post, letting her know you cheered for me in the Minionlympics.
Yesterday, in composing a reply to a comment from Shanna, I really wanted to strike through a phrase for comic effect.
(I know HTML isn’t difficult, but I tend to get by just fine with an *extremely* limited repertoire.)
So I’m sitting there for a few seconds thinking, “God, do I really want to take the time to look up how to do a strikethrough?”
But something just seemed so… FAMILIAR.
This is the shirt I was wearing.
I am not even kidding.
Also? That photo right there? That is the photo of a woman who is back down to PRE-PREGNANCY weight. Ignoring the fact that I was the heaviest I’d ever been when NOT pregnant when I got pregnant with Archer a year and a half ago, and ignoring the fact that my BMI is still in the OBESE range (seriously? how about just REALLY SHORT MOTHER OF FOUR?), I am very happy about this!
And, of course, it should go without saying that I need your support, my friends. Halp meh.
- Leave a comment over at The Creamery, mentioning that you’re cheering for Alicia.
- Leave a comment here letting me know that you cheered for me in the Minionlympics.
- Leave a comment on the incomparable Jayme’s Minionlympics post, letting her know you cheered for me in the Minionlympics.
Good shall come to you.
