So, yesterday I went grocery shopping at Fred Meyer (my most favorite place because it really IS one-stop-shopping). I was carrying Clara in the front-pack so that I could really concentrate on my shopping - price checks, reading the labels, you get the idea. After going up and down every aisle in the store (yes, all the sections - groceries, clothing, books, home supplies...) I pulled our cart up to the checkout. The kind middle-aged woman standing behind us in line said, "honey, I'm just going to help you with this." And she proceeded to pull my shirt down. I had gotten my T-shirt all bunched up in the front-pack when I put it on. And I am so very proud to report that I displayed my I-just-had-a-baby back fat to all the friendly Bellingham Fred Meyer shoppers.
I said, "Oh, jeez, thank you. Some days I just can't seem to get it together."
"I remember that stage," she said. And I'm sure she does, because really. Who could forget this?