Life is a beach...

If life was really a beach, then I'd only live for seven days. That's my threshold. We had a great time, don't get me wrong, but seven days starts to push it. About that time is when you start wondering what it was like to sleep without sand in your bed. Olivia had a pretty good time until she got sand all over her. Then she was through with the beach. It was pretty windy during the prime picture-taking hours so we didn't get any pictures of her like I wanted to. Oh, well. I have one or two pictures of her up, but my computer takes so dadgum long to upload them and I ran out of patience before I could post more. I'll get around to it...eventually! Even though I felt like I was glued to the rocking chair and Olivia was glued to me, Aubrey and I did find time to go shopping. I got some cute outfits, even though they're technically considered "fat clothes". The shirts, I'll fill out for the next year, as I am now what they call a "busty woman". My pants, I hope to only fill out for the next month. We'll, see, though. I haven't quite figured out how to shrink bone so I'm not sure if my hips will ever go back to their original size. As such, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to go back to wearing my usual size. Only time will tell, and time better tell me something good.