Go team go!

I don't really like football. So you can imagine I am feeling a little guilty that we've been invited to a big game this weekend in Ann Arbor. On the other hand, I love a party and this will be a party. Score a goal! Go team go!

Also on my mind:

*Maddie's birthday party was tonight. It was a faux sleepover, which means, essentially that the kids acted like hyper lunatics and then they went home and refused to sleep. Their parents then cursed me for feeding them sugar on a Friday night.

*For my birthday in September, Logan bought me a gift certificate for a bra fitting. Remember how I was so concerned about the twins falling down? I still haven't made it over to the store (for the locals, it's Bra-Vo in Royal Oak) to make a purchase. Why am I being so weird about this stupid thing?

I think a large part of the issue is dreading the actual fitting. If you thought my hugs were awkward you should see what happens when a stranger comes near my breasts.

Hopefully sometime next week I'll make it over there to let a woman fondle me and then my breasts will be new and improved! Life will then be good.