Here I go again.
I'm really not sure what's started me sliding back downwards, but I can feel it happening. It could be that shopping trip to Jackson yesterday when I was so up, and though I'd decided to buy myself some cute new clothes, there weren't any that would fit me.
Once again I've fallen victim to the short-yet-large-breasted-woman problem. In order to get a top of any kind that will fit around my breasts in the front, it has to be an oversized top that bags under my arms and in the back, and hangs inches off my fingers in the sleeves. Of course that doesn't look attractive at all. I might as well be wearing a huge muumuu.
I did find a cute jacket that would have looked great on me if they'd had a size 16. The 14 was too tight when I buttoned it, of course. And if I get a larger size, it's going to be massively oversized in the arms, back, and underarms, again.
It's really too bad that if I lose weight, my breasts stay the same. I'm very close to the size I was before I had the reduction the first time, and I doubt my insurance would pay for it a second time. But what if I had it done a second time and they grew back again? And again? I feel like an absolute freak of nature.
My sister's dog is in heat, and she wants her to have puppies, so they decided that I would have to keep them over here in my kitchen while they do their thing. The problem is their new laminate floor "And you can't get it wet or it will ruin it!!!" Um. I thought that the beauty of laminate flooring was the easy care... it doesn't stain, or even absorb anything.
She's desperate to believe I'm just as stupid as she wants me to be sometimes. So I let them bring her over, and my dog immediately started humping her. She ran into the couch and got blood all over my white pillows, because they decided it was a good time to just go outside and smoke, and it didn't matter if anybody watched her because it was my house after all.
I put them in the pen together while we went to Jackson, and they spent the night in it last night. This morning when it was time for me to go to work, she attacked my dog, and left him hollering. So I took him out and let him have the run of the house while I was at work. When I got to work, I called my sister and told her she'd have to come get her dog, whether she'd gotten pregnant or not, because she hurt my puppy.
This afternoon she called and kept saying that didn't I think I should keep her dog for another night or two just in case? I said no, come and get her. Mean as she is, she won't let him do anything anyway.
So my sister is mad at me for not wanting to feed (at my expense) and take care of her dog for the weekend.
And my dog is moping around the house, whining and barking at me because his girlie is gone.
And I get to clean up all of her urine that she left in a damn flood all over my kitchen. My house smells horrible.
Once again I've fallen victim to the short-yet-large-breasted-woman problem. In order to get a top of any kind that will fit around my breasts in the front, it has to be an oversized top that bags under my arms and in the back, and hangs inches off my fingers in the sleeves. Of course that doesn't look attractive at all. I might as well be wearing a huge muumuu.
I did find a cute jacket that would have looked great on me if they'd had a size 16. The 14 was too tight when I buttoned it, of course. And if I get a larger size, it's going to be massively oversized in the arms, back, and underarms, again.
It's really too bad that if I lose weight, my breasts stay the same. I'm very close to the size I was before I had the reduction the first time, and I doubt my insurance would pay for it a second time. But what if I had it done a second time and they grew back again? And again? I feel like an absolute freak of nature.
My sister's dog is in heat, and she wants her to have puppies, so they decided that I would have to keep them over here in my kitchen while they do their thing. The problem is their new laminate floor "And you can't get it wet or it will ruin it!!!" Um. I thought that the beauty of laminate flooring was the easy care... it doesn't stain, or even absorb anything.
She's desperate to believe I'm just as stupid as she wants me to be sometimes. So I let them bring her over, and my dog immediately started humping her. She ran into the couch and got blood all over my white pillows, because they decided it was a good time to just go outside and smoke, and it didn't matter if anybody watched her because it was my house after all.
I put them in the pen together while we went to Jackson, and they spent the night in it last night. This morning when it was time for me to go to work, she attacked my dog, and left him hollering. So I took him out and let him have the run of the house while I was at work. When I got to work, I called my sister and told her she'd have to come get her dog, whether she'd gotten pregnant or not, because she hurt my puppy.
This afternoon she called and kept saying that didn't I think I should keep her dog for another night or two just in case? I said no, come and get her. Mean as she is, she won't let him do anything anyway.
So my sister is mad at me for not wanting to feed (at my expense) and take care of her dog for the weekend.
And my dog is moping around the house, whining and barking at me because his girlie is gone.
And I get to clean up all of her urine that she left in a damn flood all over my kitchen. My house smells horrible.
posted by Me at 4:58 PM
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