I am still reeling from my bra size and the change in my bust for dresses and tops. Right now, it's all tshirts all the time. So depressing.

You know how you know your boobs are too big? When you look *everywhere* for your car keys, only to realize you put them in your bra and then forgot they were there. (I was feeding the porch cat and I needed both hands, okay?)

Ooh, the coop a block away has those. Yum yum yum

Gelato squares is a brilliant concept.

And Ciao Bella makes excellent gelato. Good thing I don't let myself go to Whole Paycheck any more.

I do that too, Zenkitty!

Today when I was crossing the street to the convenience store, some kid shouted out the window "You should be walking, fat ass!" I still don't understand why people shout out things from car windows. I'm not hurt or anything, but seriously? It is the same corner where someone shouted "You are too fat to wear that suit, bitch!".

At least they are having fun together?

This I will think fondly of.

Maybe the rest isn't always that bad.

Yeah, the first episode of FNL had me weeping quite shamelessly. It's not often that a who comes that hard out the gate. I'm glad it doesn't do that all the time, but it pretty much never has anything funny. Not that I think all shows should be comedies, but the way it's painted, these people don't get to laugh much, and all they're doing is living. Not post-apocalyptic or disease-ridden or anything--just everyday living. Not enough levity and joy--and even when the characters laugh it doesn't seem to be pitched so that *we* laugh.

I like laughing. In general, I vote for more of it.

You know how you know your boobs are too big?

It's weird. My breasts are not small, but man, they are not large. Because I see women showing more cleavage than my entire breasts are long, and they're just dressed normal, not provocatively.

Uh, my cleavage is a thing. I can't casually show it. My boobs aren't big enough to have cleavage left over.

I just don't understand. I can't imagine thinking such a thing much less yelling it. Now I want to see you on the street, Sophia. Just so I can catcall "hot mama walk my way, baby" or something silly to balance out the random uninvited attention.

It is the same corner where someone shouted "You are too fat to wear that suit, bitch!".

Man, that corner is fucked up.

I still don't understand why people shout out things from car windows.

Yo, people are assholes, generally.

Good thing I don't let myself go to Whole Paycheck any more.

Which is why Costco rules.

Except now I have a 10 count box in my fridge.

Which is why Costco rules.

Yeah, we don't have one of those. Houston and Birmingham. We may be getting one, possibly?