Misc.

Last weekend was family reunion time. Does anyone actually get excited for family reunions? Because I pretty much find myself resenting them before I even arrive. Of course, my family does one every. single. year. So maybe that's why.
Anyway my family was in charge of the cooking/activities this year which basically meant we had to work our asses off while the rest of the fam sat in the shade chat-chitting. It was 100 degrees. My mom and aunts kept fighting/talking shit about each other the whole time. My aunt even complained to me that she set out 2 separate dishes of dog food for her dog that MY dog promptly ate. Well she's a dog so I can't exactly reason with her.
I pointed out to the hubs that I come from a family of complainers. He agreed. Then we talked about how fucking awesome I am compared to them. Ok not really but we did talk about how I grew up in that environment and have made big strides in overcoming being a complainy complainerton. Well you know IRL. Not on this blog. Because obvs.
My college pal is in town this week so all the college ladies have gotten together a few times to hang out and party like rock stars. In your thirties this translates into taking your brood to the park and telling each other how you wish you were drunk right now and also how you should have just left the kids with a babysitter. So, in other words, the parties have changed. And I still wish I was drunk right now. (I'm home in bed elevating my swollen feet.)
My boobs seem to be growing at record speed. I now have the awesome spillover the top of the left cup. I don't really know if I can possibly stand to go buy another size bigger. I think I'm just going to switch to those relaxy cotton bras that just go ahead and show your RT to the world. You'd think in 100 degree weather this wouldn't be a problem for me but apparently my nipples like to stand alert at all times. Now where can I find these nipple baring bralettes long enough for a 5'10 woman and large enough for a 38 DD? Holy fuck. I'm like my own porn.