eatthefrostingfirst

Dear beautiful skinny ladies, I realize I looked completely disheveled. I had been walking out in the heat since early morning and my feet hurt and was getting a bit hangry. However, your little boutique looked so cute I wanted to stop in and see what you had. I don’t appreciate pushy salespeople but to look my way would’ve been a nice gesture. I clearly was not as trendy as you three, nor a size 2, nor was my makeup impeccable. It’s true that I looked like I walked out of a war zone. That being said- PRETTY WOMAN girls! Julia -the hooker with lots of cash to spend and she didn’t get even a friendly hello. I could have been Julia! You don’t know… I knew better. Believe me I wasn’t about to ask to try on the little dress you were holding that was “fab” as you said but remember- girl power women support women. DH told me that I wouldn’t want to support a business like that anyway. And I gave him a smooch and thanked him for loving my non size 2 sweaty ass body and thought to myself THIS...

Dear Oldest I know people say “don’t blink” or “time flies” but I just want to say holy crap- we are here! You are amazing. Your life started out 3 months early and you were a 2lb 9oz peanut with so much determination in your tiny pinky - you were destined to be a fighter. And you were. And you are. It hasn’t been a smooth paved road by any means. Therapies replaced little league. Drs appointments often overtook after school hang outs. You didn’t complain (honestly it’s all you ever knew).   But this is what I want to say; Life doesn’t go according to plan. Have dreams, seek out passions, but have a plan b. And maybe even a c. Don’t listen to anyone who says you can’t. Try. You may fail. Try again. If you want. Or don’t and move on. This is your time to explore. This is your time to test new waters. (Also, be careful of new waters and keep your Mom in the back of your head telling you to trust your gut and make good choices) You are bound to make poor ones so don’t beat yourself up...

 Hey y’all I’m moving. Not really. Maybe. In years to come. But if/when I do it’s to Charleston. I want to be able to say y’all on a daily basis and be called m’am by 16 year olds serving me gelato.  I’d have to get used to eating collard greens however which - yuck. Everyone talks about the food but my pallet is not too southern and oysters also  ain’t my thing.  The colors, architecture, and history are reason alone to visit (and the biscuits).  Oh and did I forget to mention my hotel serves daily cocktail hour and nightly milk and cookies?! For those waiting with baited breath, I managed the flight without too much anxiety and the rain has been tolerable. (Who wants to be in a bathing suit on the beach anyway after biscuits?!) This trip is to celebrate our 20th anniversary -9 months later- (thanks covid) so the time away has been a treat.  Because, you know, we haven’t spent enough time together the last 18 months! 😉 Love you honey!

  Dear beautiful skinny ladies, I realize I looked completely disheveled. I had been walking and out in the heat since early morning and my feet hurt and was getting a bit hangry. However, your little boutique looked so cute I wanted to stop in and see what you had. I don’t appreciate pushy salespeople but to look my way would’ve been a nice gesture. I clearly was not as trendy as you three, nor a size 2, nor was my makeup impeccable.  It’s true that I looked like I walked out of a war zone. That being said- PRETTY WOMAN girls! Julia as the hooker with lots of cash to spend and she didn’t get even a friendly hello.  I could have been Julia! You don’t know… I knew better. Believe me I wasn’t about to ask to try on the little dress you were holding that was “fab” as you said but remember-  girl power women support women. DH told me that I wouldn’t want to support a business like that anyway. And I gave him a smooch and thanked him for loving my non size 2 sweaty ass bo...