There is nothing quite so calculated to destroy all one’s vanity as standing beneath fluorescent lights in striped socks and a too-big dress while a Middle Eastern woman walks around you, sticking pins and tutting to herself. Are you going to gain weight? she demands. I don’t guess so, I mumble. Well, she mutters to herself, you can gain weight here.
Pretty much my strategy is: wait until J gives in and does it. As the house is getting shown today again while I’m at work, I am especially, uncomfortably aware of these shortcomings this morning.
It’s heartbreaking to stand, stomping your feet for warmth, and realize the approaching bus is running a sign that reads NO PASSENGERS.
You know, normal day.
ETA: “how to remove cranberry juice from cotton.” Blerg.