Great.

There's nothing quite like starting the day by your three year old saying to you as you're getting into the shower "You're fat!"


*sigh*

I've almost recovered from it.

Between that, and putting on the bridesmaid's dress I'm wearing in oh, 11 days, it was an ego destroying day. I've decided to eat nothing but salad and yoghurt until I go to St. Louis.

And not look at any more pictures of myself when I was 19.