one's kinda craptastic, the other one's just silly, and the last one is pretty spectacular - for me, anyway.
i was looking at the calendar and realized that the anniversary of my wedding to the ex had just passed. and then i did the math and came to the startling conclusion that it would've been our FIFTEENTH anniversary. holy shit. add the five years we dated to that and we would've been together for 20 years?? damn, i feel old.
and it cracks me up to remember that the date is the same as the birthday of the love of my elementary-and-middle-school life. ha! what a coinky-dink. don't think i wasn't fully aware of it at the time, either. [sigh] curtis goddard, where are you now?
and then i suddenly thought of my poor mollydog's birthday, which got lost in the shuffle last month. poor baby. it's four days before my own, and last year when we had the family over for a birthday BBQ, we had sprinkles cupcakes for the humans and a couple of doggy cupcakes (also from sprinkles) for molly. i was kind of sad that we'd forgotten all about her this year - even though she has no clue, or probably really doesn't give a shit, you know?
so i've been wearing the same pair of maternity jeans for the last week because they're the only bottoms (aside from shorts, and it's gotten a little cooler lately) i can fit into. sad, huh? the damn things can probably stand up on their own by now. ew.
anyway, i decided to risk potential heartbreak this morning and busted out a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans. i sent up a little prayer before i stuck my legs in 'em and by some miracle, they slid right up over my childbearing hips with ease! now, granted, these were my "fat jeans" - the ones that i always had to yank up every five minutes or so, back in the day. but i don't care! they buttoned and zipped with no problems, and i can even breathe! woo-hoo!
it really is the little things in life.