When I was pregnant with Drew, like, REALLY pregnant and nearing the end, I had pretty much run out of things to wear. One Sunday as I quickly eliminated one option after another, I finally ran across a pink number that I hadn't previously resorted to. A stunt double for the county fair's canopy that draped over the pig exhibit, it was classed up with mother of pearl buttons and a label of "100% silk". It wasn't pretty, but feeling frustrated and out of time, I exited the closet and asked Cory, "How does this look?"
His eyes darted left and right, no doubt in search of a machete to thrust his body upon to create a distraction, but finally met my gaze and shrugged. "Seriously," I said, "tell me the truth. I can take it." "Well..." he stammered, "I mean...it looks BIG I guess." I threw him out of the room and started to cry. Poor guy never stood a chance.
See, I didn't really want his opinion, I actually just wanted him to tell me I looked great, even if it was a lie.
Which brings me to my new blog header. I would ask you what you think of it, but I don't really want to know. All I really want to hear is, "Wow, I love that! Who did it for you?" And I would say, "Aly did!" and you'd ask, "How can I get me some of that?" and I'd say, "GO HERE." Aly makes more food than she does blog headers, which is why I like her so much. It's one thing to be able to put fonts, colors and shapes together, but when you can also whip up a Peanut Butter Brownie Pie? It's called, Are You Sure We Weren't Separated At Birth?