My dad told me recently that I am becoming a little cantankerous. You know, speaking my mind, lashing out. He thinks it might be because I work in a middle school and have to deal with all kinds of situations and it has caused me to develop an itchy trigger finger. He may be right about that, but I don’t think so.
I think I’m becoming a skinny bitch.
Skinny bitches are one’s with the attitude because they can fit into a pair of jeans that are at least 20 years younger than they should be wearing. That may not be the exact definition.
My husband commented that my new jeans are “really low” (low rise). He can’t get past the fact that I am not wearing 80’s mom jeans. Though these may be pushing it, I am thrilled I can actually wear them.
I’ve developed a weird body builder quirk. I’m not by any stretch of the imagination saying that I am a body builder I am just acting like one, I guess. This is just getting weirder and weirder, maybe it’s the steroids.
If there is someone acting like they are skeptical of my workouts (real or imagined I’m not sure) I’ll ask them to feel my bicep. And then I say, “And I’m not even flexing!”
Oh God, now that I’ve actually written this down I realize how insane I am acting. And yet still surprised!