Control Top

And what am I thinking?  Well, it's tough chasin a toddler grown-ass monkey 'round.  I also have a new job, which I love.  But mostly?  Most insightful thought that sums it all up?

I have not lost my baby weight.  Surprised? And I honestly think I'm the fattest mom in St. Anthony.  Seriously, these bitches must have sold their souls.  I'm not complaining too much because albeight thin, they don't have MY Monner, who's the best Monner in the land. And I'm also confident that THEIR lame, over-coddled offspring son or daughter doesn't use the term "DING DANG!!" to define anything she may be pissed off at at the time.  Example:  Ding Dang thighs!

 

But really, my life these last months has been filled with joy-filled, handling poopocolypses meaningful activities and awe-inspiring realizations.  Here's one:

5 Years ago I used to rummage through my bins of nylons and tights begging to find ONE pair, just ONE pair that was run free and NOT control top.  Today?  I rummage through my bins of nylons and tights begging to find just ONE pair, Just. One. Pair. of CT.  No, not the CT you're thinking. ControlTop.

Nuff said.

 Who is this model anyhow? AS IF, she needs CT, peeshaw.