Day One Hundred

Got whistled at today while walking from my car into the post office. Really wasn't all that it's cracked up to be. It's never happened before, so it sorta took me off guard. Not sure what I expected, but whatever it was, that wasn't it. Maybe because I realized, why the heck do I care about what some dirty guy in an old Ford Escort thinks about my looks?

Was a good day. Preparations are in full swing for Saturday's Pass the Light service (Not gonna go into the full explanation here, so if you're curious, check this out). Plenty to do and never enough time to do it, but I think we're ahead of last year's schedule. Hung out with J and Jr. as well, so Zaya was thrilled, naturally. He thinks everyone lives to be his friend. Oh, to be two years old again.

A actually called me skinny today. She's pretty adamant that I buy some new pants, and who can blame her. It's starting to get ridiculous. Sometimes when I go to work I look like a little girl playing dress up in her mommy's clothes. Yeah, that bad.

Shout out to A2 who had a good points day. It's a great feeling when you've reached the end of the day and realize you managed to avoid snacking yourself out of 10 extra weekly points. Treat days are good too, but it's nice to make a habit of coloring within the lines. The lines are our friends.