Pardon me while I have a little (happy) freak-out

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You know, enough time has passed that I no longer really remember exactly what it felt like to be big. While shuffling around trying to find my son's bathing suit for camp (which I can't, sigh), I ran across my old favorite Old Navy winter shirt I used to wear every single week, I loved it so much.

The second I pulled it out of the drawer--was on the phone with poor patient Nick, I started to freak out. OMG!!!!! I had to take a picture. This is pretty goofy and lol ignore the messy room--the stuff on top of my computer cabinet is a dead manuscript I won't ever work on again (a fantasy) and a stack of too-big clothes. Oh yes, and Maddox being dorky and trying to figure out what I am doing. And the shorts, they are old fat ones too, house-wearing only. My legs are half the size they used to be, I think!

This really made my day! And oh, 25 more days after today before I set foot in Germany again, WHEE! I am READY!





Of course, not nearly as hot as Scott Gill, but maybe further proof (as is he, and JB, whoa) that being in your forties does not mean you are ready to be DEAD AND BURIED! HA!

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It HAS been work, yup. And now that I've reached this goal...there's that fic that needs attention. Oh yeah. Hard to focus now though that the trip is around the corner. LOL.