As you might have guessed, Brad Pitt won by a landslide. And yes, it’s the “real” Brad Pitt.
I have decided to release each of my Six Unimportant Facts and accompanying pictures, a day at a time. On my regular posting days. Because scanning is involved. I don’t come by scanning easily. My scanning know-how is located on the technological side of my brain, and is not given much room. So it takes awhile. I would have begun the process last night.
I was up to my armpits in vomit. I took the kids to the beach yesterday. And then to their grandparents to swim. Forgetting to “reapply” the sunscreen. My Cailey, who burns just walking by a window, resembled a lobster. And to celebrate sea food, I cooked shrimp for dinner. Which she dearly loves.
An unfortunate choice.
Because when you combine a really bad sunburn with shrimp for dinner, you end up with The Vomit Tour. Beginning at the couch, trailing through the dining room, moving on down the hall, with the grand finale culminating in the bathroom.
I was in no mood to utilize brain cells after that. I was too busy congratulating myself on what a wonderful mother I was. To let my child get so sunburned that she vomited. Good form.
Now. For your viewing pleasure, I bring you the pregnancy pictures. These needed no scanning as they were in my computer already. Waiting to be used as a desktop decoration, when I’m feeling a little frumpy.
This was when I was in the hospital, preparing to deliver Cailey. The photograph was taken AFTER the epidural. Had I allowed a camera near me BEFORE the epidural, you would have seen my head spinning around while I spewed green pea soup at the lense. BTW, Cailey weighed in at nearly 10 pounds.
Oh. And did I mention that I don’t have birthing hips?
This was when I was pregnant with Jensen. I put on 50 pounds with the boy child. My personal best. I am very short waisted, so my children all had no where to go but straight out. What? I don’t look that big? I am. If you consider I still had THREE MONTHS left to go.
And Fiddledaddy confiscated my car keys somewhere around 6 months into the pregnancy because I could no longer fit behind the steering wheel. Adding to my misery.
This was taken at my baby shower for Jensen. Where I was Princess for a day. One of the shower games was to guess my circumference.
That number I will take to my grave.
Stay tuned for more unimportant photographic evidence.