Dude.
My friend came over to hang out for a few hours today — it’s so wonderful to have someone who’s close enough that you can call her up and go, “Hey, I’m still in pajama pants and there’s a big pile of unfolded laundry on my couch; wanna come over?” and then if, on top of that, your same-aged children play well together!? HEAVEN-SENT FRIEND, this is what I’m saying — and I helped her decide on the new nursing shirts she’s going to buy. She’s shopping online, so you know how that goes; before you know it you have a “shopping cart” totalling gazillions of dollars and you have to cut it down. It was a lot of fun comparing the different styles and colors and just being a girl (“Oh, that would be so CUTE with jeans, and this is really your color!, and blahblahblah”). But now I’ve got a major case of envy because I want some new nursing shirts too! Well actually – I can live without the shirts – but man, I really miss having dresses to wear to church.
I own a grand total of 3 nursing dresses, all purchased when Jonas was a teeny nursling. I have lost *ahem* a LOT of weight in the meantime, and they just don’t fit all that well anymore. One in particular hangs like a very prettily-patterned sack of potatoes. Not exactly attractive. {Sigh}
Maybe that’s what I’ll ask for for my birthday… it’s only 2 months away!….
