Got out and voted this morning before the snow began to fall. Being that I hadn’t yet gotten ready for work, I threw on my jeans, my snow boots, my enormous, green winter coat (complete with faux fur-trimmed hood) and my big ol’ black purse slung over my shoulder.
And yet… I still got mistaken for a man.
Walking up to the school where our area votes, a woman standing outside asked, “Are you here to vote?”
Her, “Great, man!”
Actually, I can’t remember if she said “great” or “wonderful” or “yippee” or “skiptomalou…” It’s the “man” part that’s been permanently etched into my brain.
Okay. I get it. After fighting through the flu and the lack of appetite that accompanies it, even my skinniest jeans are a little loose now. Apparently my frame has wasted away into the likeness of an eighteen year old boy (the kind on the chess team, not the football team). For all of you concerned out there, trust me, I plan on picking that weight back up if for nothing else than the simple fact that I truly do not enjoy clothes shopping (except at Anthropologie, when I’m a little less broke).
And in other news, Bennett is officially saying “no” as of yesterday. The morning began with some cute practice “no’s” all to himself, but by afternoon, when Donovan tried to reclaim his Nintendo DS, Bennett’s “no” was accompanied with a gesture that can only be described as “MINE.”
Holy… Here we grow.