Still refuse to consider a sleeveless dress. There will be more shopping tomorrow and then I will resort to insane ordering over the internet followed by insane returning at the actual store by house. I'm not going to order from any place I have to go the post office to return for. Except when it comes to shoes, because as sucky as it to shop in the women's department for clothes, it sucks even more to have size 12 fred flintstone feet.
Had a moment today, that I will spell out tomorrow, about my frantic eating the past couple of weeks. The next weight loss contest at the posh club starts Monday and not a minute too soon for me. The only question I am asking myself is if I should try to go for the stretchers team (I'm going to try him out as a trainer when NEWT leaves) even though it is less convenient or should I go for the better time in my schedule and take my chances on any old trainer. The truth is that the contest trainer from the last round was pretty much my least favorite trainer in the posh club, and the only one I would totally walk out on left recently for a different kind of job, so I'm not too worried about who I get. That being said, I am pretty sure I can find out who is training in the time slot that would be more convenient for me. I gotta call my posh club spy. Such decisions!
Matt got his driver's license yesterday. He had to take his road test during what was practically a monsoon. All around this area there are floods wherever a river is. It really sucks to have a great river view this winter. I can see water right up to people's back doors. I kind of couldn't believe they were giving road tests in that weather, because seriously? I didn't want him driving in that weather. This means that my baby is 17 now (hold me, I'm going to faint) and I can't wrap my head around that almost adult age and my offspring right now. Maybe it's actually not so good to have such awesome children, because I can't believe he is really going to leave the nest. I don't want him to go, and all he can talk about is college. Ingrate. I think I'll go upstairs and remind him that he wouldn't tolerate a stroller for his first year, so I carried him everywhere. Also, I breast fed for way longer than the national average, I like to remind all the boys about that sometimes too. I'm taking some credit for Matt's terrific SAT scores. He got some bonus IQ points from all that liquid gold. Don't even get me started on potty training.