I just came out in one of my new outfits and Mr. Ashley saw me and didn't say one thing. Would it freaking kill him to notice?
Just in case he failed to see that I'm not wearing the obligatory Old Navy lounge pants or the $29 jeans, I asked him if I looked pregnant in my new shirt. Anyone with a brain knows that this is code for "I'm wearing something new, tell me how gorgeous and skinny I look and that you can't help but to throw the little kid in his cage and ravish me right here in the foyer."
But instead he just said that I didn't look pregnant.
Okay, thanks so much.
Just for that, I'm going to Loehmann's once I pick Big Kid up from school and I'm buying myself a new wardrobe of panties. One of my New Year's resolutions was to throw away all granny panties and buy new undies that made me feel pretty. This seemed a little extravagant to do right after Christmas, and I thought of it again yesterday but felt bad after spending $100 on clothes, but to hell with it. I deserve it.