Snow!

Yay, snow!  Iwoke up feeling crummy – sneezy and stuffy all at once, and just blah — and talked to my sister for a bit, and some online folks, and the shoe store called to say the shoes I’d wanted to try on were in, so yay! I brushed off the car, and headed to the shoe store. On the way THERE, only about 3, 4 miles? I passed FIVE cars off the road. EEK. I am a great winter driver, and have an Outback and snowtires and all of that, but it’s the other guy that worries me. 

I tried on the shoes and really liked them. I live in my Danskos, but they suck for winter, and I’ve been craving a winter Dansko for years.  THEY don’t make one, but someone at IB turned me onto Keens, and the Zermatt clog seemed like the just right shoe.  I had gone to the store over the weekend and had THE most annoying experience (the clerk brought me FIVE pairs of Keens to try on, none of them my size, and none of them the Zermatt, which I had held up and said "I’d like this in a 9.5/10."  Weirdo.) that ended up in a second clerk ordering in a pair from another store.  They are just what I was looking for, and super comfy — way more give than my Danskos, so I hope that will work out. I swear, Danskos are addictive, like they allege chapstick is.  If I don’t wear them, I get backaches and leg cramps, and it’s awful to adjust OUT of them each winter.  ANYWAY.

So I wore my brand new winter shoes out, and headed to Borders.  I’d planned to maybe get a muffin, and read some magazines, and pick up a few things, but I was only able to do the last bit.  I started to feel SUPER crappy, like a first-tri ooginess, and I just bought what I’d picked out and made my way home (3 cars off the highway) and came home and had some soup and toast and took a nap.

It was after FIVE before I clued in to why I was feeling SO SHITTY, I had had literally NOTHING TO DRINK ALL DAY. No morning tea, not water, no juice, NOTHING.  I chugged about 32oz of water right away, and felt much better. I can’t believe I didn’t drink ANYTHING! ALL DAY! I think because my schedule was out of whack, and I felt so sinusy crummy in the morning that I just… forgot. Goddamn, hope I don’t forget to feed the baby when it’s ON THE OUTSIDE.

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  1. oh, don’t worry. your baby will not let you forget to feed it. I promise you. And if it’s not your baby, your boobs won’t let you forget to feed the baby. Sorry to say, it’s pretty clear when it’s time for a little one on one with the boob.

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