What She Wore: olive green wide-leg capris (I’d call ’em gauchos, but that word tends to get people all riled up); white, scoop-neck tee, black strappy sandals.
I considered a lot of titles for this blog.
It could have been "Katy Falls for Money Pitt." I did fall for a money pitt–a precious, 1600 square-foot cottage on a huge lot that needed quite a bit of updating–but my husband was not so impressed. He says he can’t think about these things until after he takes his professional engineers liscense. At the rate we’re going, I’m going to be living with my mother-in-law forever.
It could have been "The Child Who Never Sleeps." Seriously. My child is awake for most of the day. He’s got more stamina than I do. When I’m thinking how bout a nap?, he’s thinking party time!
I considered "Bringing Sexy Back." Scratched that one–not even a little original. I do need to exercise though. I’m done growing a human, and it’s time to start looking like it. Losing ten pounds is not so easy when you go out to lunch ALL THE TIME. What else am I going to do? If I take the baby to visit my mom and dad, they always want to go eat. And when I visit my grandpa too. Or my brother. Crap. This is why I’m so fat.
I almost went with "Shoes Make Everything Better." This is the last month where my husband gets his chunky, Air Force pay checks, so I figured I better go out and enjoy the dough while we’ve still got it. Shoes, shoes, shoes! Scrunchie boots, animal print heels, and a pair of flats that I’m not so sure about. I really like them, but flats always seem to end up sitting on the shelf.
I decided to settle for "I May Not Be Rich." I may not be rich in money, but I sure am rich in friends. A college buddy of mine, who’s a physical therapist, e-mailed her friend who’s pediatric physical therapist in another parish. Viola! I will be recieving a fax of appropriate exercises to do with the boy. Take that, Universe.