Dis-dress

I must have the weirdest body image ever.  I have this dress that I like wearing because: 1) it's a one-piece, pull-it-over-my-head-and-I'm-dressed number that doesn't gape or fall apart; 2) it's suitable for work; and 3) it doesn't wrinkle.  It's also red, which suits my desire to be dramatic.  My problem with it seems to be that I get too many compliments on it.  Every time I wear it to work (like today), my friend the receptionist comments on how good it looks on me, and I've gotten compliments from random strangers.  Maybe I'm perverse, but it makes me look at myself in the mirror super critically.  It's most likely something like, "this is the best I can do?"  Not that I think I look bad in it...but why is it this dress when I think I look better in other clothes?

 

I blame Carson.  Have you seen the show How to Look Good Naked?  He basically takes women with major body issues and tries to help them overcome it.  I've been watching the past season episodes and they just started the second season.  Stupid thing has me thinking.  Thinking is never a good thing.

He sits on my couch on his stupid computer using my table ALL DAY LONG. He was gone when I came home ONCE and I snagged MY couch to read on, but when I got up to grab a glass of water, I LOST MY FREAKING SPOT. Are we on a school bus?? And then I sit in my corner on my computer, download an interesting video, and he comes and watches it over my shoulder! Queen bees have it right, SIBLINGS SHOULD NOT BE SUFFERED TO LIVE!

I seem to have an issue with the grocery store. I hate to go! I was supposed to go yesterday, and then I was supposed to go this morning. Ann, you may have to come over and force me to go again.

However, not all shopping is hopeless. I bought some cute heels yesterday...while I should have been at the grocery store.