I am happy to announce that I have discovered the joy of having a favorite sweater. You may wonder how I have made it to near-thirty without the novelty of a favorite item of clothing.
I'm not sure.
A pair of Andy's sweats came close while I was pregnant, though I had to retire them when I moved in with Andy's folks because I had worn holes in places that are completely inappropriate to expose while living with your father-in-law.
So now, I have a sweater. Soft and loose, but not slouchy. The perfect shade of grey to hide baby boogers and rice cereal. Suitable for wearing to bed, to the gym, or to Target. A wonder of a top covering!
I truly don't think you are interested in my apparel
which is why
I have refrained from sharing
my clothing woes
which involve shrinking
out of everything I own.
*I know, I know,
bragging disguised as complaining,
but it IS annoying
when I have no way to replace
the baggy-saggy jeans and sloppy looking tops*
how messy this phase of babyhood is.
But it provides a natural segue into my other first.
Which I think you will be much more entertained by.
My first crush on an older man!
I would say that it is also my first celebrity crush, but that wouldn't be true since I had a doozy of a crush on MacGuyver when I was smaller and a second infatuation with Dean Cain as Clark Kent. But other then that, I can honestly say I have been crush-free.
I've never been much of a crusher anyway.
In fact, Andy holds the distinct privilege of wooing a girl who was resolutely single and determined to keep her heart from wistful affections that might never be returned.
That being said, it is with his full permission that I make this "firsts" disclosure.
I confessed last season that I am a little attached to reality shows. The new season of Survivor has aired two episodes.
In those two episodes I have developed a fond affection for Jimmy Johnson.
Here he is looking rugged and Survivorish.
Here he is looking debonare and flashing that melt-me smile.
Ladies, if I were to meet this man tomorrow, I'm pretty sure I would blush uncontrollably, and probably do a lot of giggling.
When I announced my fluttery feelings toward this former Super Bowl coach to Andy, he laughed. Really, really hard. Almost as hard as when I accidentally swore while watching the Biggest Loser.
Did I already share that story?
It is Andy's favorite.
And yet another example of
[melodramatic voice here]
havoc that Reality TV
is wreaking on my inner person.
Obviously he isn't worried about me being slightly smitten with a famous face. In fact, I think he might be a little happy since it gives me a much greater tolerance for watching Sports Center.
This may just be my season for being a football fan!