Like a yo-yo

So, I gained .4 pounds this week. Honestly though, all things considered that is not so bad. If I don't lose some weight this week though, I'm going to lose my street cred...or uh, my blog cred....my net cred? In any case, none of you will believe in me anymore.

So my super secret anniversary trip was a big hit! I mean, I knew it would be. Who doesn't love Disneyland? Brady and I sure do. We went out to a celebratory dinner at the Napa Rose on February 27 and as we ate dinner the guy sitting right behind us proposed to his girlfriend. It was like dinner and a show! And the couple next to us was celebrating their 7 year anniversary. Brady and I decided that we just couldn't ignore signs like that, so I no longer have a roving anniversary. Next year, its going to be February 27 again. Yay!

I have to confess, I'm going to miss that whole non-traditional moving date thing. I liked the spontaneity of it. Now that we have a real date though, I expect Brady to remember it and do special things for me.

Anyway, there was so much great food, and so many magical desserts and we had such a great time. I want every day to be a vacation. Maybe if I could just finish my novel like I am supposed to, I could make enough money to go on vacation all the time. *sigh* A girl can dream.

I leave you with this amusing anectdote: Today I worked very hard to pick out a nice looking outfit. I got out my nice black pants and a button up shirt. I even ironed. And I almost completely dried my hair, but I ran out of time so one little bit was still wet. Today when I got to work I looked in the mirror and found to my horror that I did not, in fact, look put together.

My pants were inexplicably baggy and extremely flared, giving me a saggy bell bottoms look. (My mom has the exact same pair of pants, only on her they are fitted and stylish...what happened to mine?) My shirt has a sort of paisley pattern, and is a bit baggy as well. When paired with the baggy pants it was shapeless and unflattering. That one wet bit of hair had dried into a weird geometrical shape that had nothing to do with the rest of my hair.

In conclusion, I looked sort of like I had woken up without doing my hair and left the house wearing my unusually formal 1970's pajamas. Or, I looked like a chubby 70's wannabe. In any case, maybe I should add "Acquiring a sense of fashion" to my list of goals for the year. Either that or the girls in the Marketing Department will shame me into hiding. It's bad enough when one person dresses well every day, but when a whole department dresses better than you, its depressing. Why are you so stylish Marketing girls? Why?

I want to go back to Disney, where high fashion means wearing a bejeweled mickey mouse jean jacket. I fit in there.

That's all for me.