- On Tuesday, Rebeckah and I had a conversation via e-mail about the ashy-white-unshaven legs that I talked about in my FCs from last Friday. She said that she thought we should just quit work and start tanning. My confession to her was that I CAN'T tan. Seriously. Not at all. I'm the whitest white girl you have ever met. You need shades to look at my legs. When I try to tan, I just burn and peel and burn and peel. I do have freckles and there is a period during the summer that these freckles multiply and when close enough together resemble a tan...that's as close as I can get. I asked her if she thought we could rent a tanning bed for a nap.
- Yesterday is when I read the post on Rebeckah's page about "pretty friends". She said that she's always had friends that are prettier than she is. (Whatever, Rebeckah! You're beautiful.) She then asked us to be honest and tell her if we thought our friends were prettier than us. So, in my most honest-to-goodness words I told her...
and I quote...
"I'm sooo prettier than ALL my friends...and I LIE...a LOT. Whatever! My friends are all kick butt gorgeous (that's better than just being gorgeous...'kick butt' adds a whole new spectrum of gorgeous) and WAY prettier than me. I've never thought of myself as "pretty" and definitely not "gorgeous"...no way in heck could I ever be categorized as "exotic" (that makes me laugh just to write it) or "sexy" (I don't have any of the right parts for that)...cute, maybe.
Have you ever thought about this before?
- This isn't something I confessed to Rebeckah, but it's something that is WEIGHING on my mind. I'm pretty sure my boobs are starting to sag. I asked Michael, but he just gave me a "you-are-so-weird-why-did-you-just-ask-me-that" kind of look. I think he even asked me if that is a bad thing. (Uh, yeah. Hello.) There was a Playtex commercial on the other night while we were watching American Idol and it portrayed all of these different women and their complaints about their boobs and basically how Playtex bras were miracle workers. So, it really got me thinking that maybe my boobs are sagging too. I mean I did find a few grey hairs recently and I think I'm possibly getting some of those "laugh lines" and "crows feet" that my mom and granny have always talked about. I'm pretty sure that sagging boobs goes right along with all that stuff. I have done some evaluating and it's hard to say. Since I'm totally opposed to any type of voluntary cosmetic surgery, I guess I'm going to buy me a Playtex bra, or maybe I can hope that the time machine Isaiah has been working on gets up and running.
Happy Friday! Hope everyone has a great weekend!