I am so terrible at blogging lately. I need a more interesting life, seriously.
We had a truly lovely Christmas. Mellow and cozy, just wonderful. We stayed home, G-Rex opened his presents and played ALL DAY. He was the most enthralled with a fire engine - we picked it out last week on our shopping date. What we failed to realize is that it makes a siren noise. In fact, it sounds very real. So real, that when B was stoking our illegal Christmas fire (burn bans - boo!) and G-Rex set off the siren for the first time, we freaked out.
You know I won't be replacing that battery when it dies.
On Boxing Day (for those of you not familiar, the day after Christmas), we traveled north to my parents house.
I was looking forward to seeing my parents, of course, but kind of dreading seeing one particular family member who has a knack for always saying something completely rude and offensive, usually about my weight.
I dread seeing her so much that I have actually seen her in the grocery store and hidden. I know. I'm awful.
So, we made it through dinner and presents and were saying goodbye. I couldn't believe I'd made it through an entire family gathering without some kind of comment.
But, I wouldn't be telling this story if there was no comment. That would be no fun.
'Have you lost weight?'
'Yes, actually. I've been running.'
'Oh, how much have you lost?'
'About 20 pounds.'
'I'm so happy. Keep it up.'
We're fine to this point. Then it goes very wrong:
'Good, good! You used to be so beautiful when you were thin.'
Sucker punch. How do you respond to that?
But in my head I was doing a roundhouse kick to the head.