Yard Salin'

If there is any "downside" to shrinking out of your skinny jeans it's that you don't have any clothes to wear! I have one pair of shorts that fits me and they're leftovers from circa 1999. Uh, yeeeah. High waist? No thank ya, notsomuch.

I'm not picky when it comes to clothes. I'm not a label whore. So long as it looks good, I could care less where it comes from or who made it. I even went to Baylor in the late 1990's and survived without ever owning a stitch of Abercrombie. That tells ya something right there.

Sooooo. This morning, I thought the boys and I could try to find some yard sales on our walk to the park. The people in this neighborhood do not know how to have yard sales! We went to one yesterday morning only to find about eight pieces of furniture. How the heck is that a yard sale? Put that shit on Craigslist and sleep in. Sheesh.

We found two today. The first one was like Friday's sale. Not furniture, but they had very few items. There was a table of clothes with *maybe* fifteen things on it. And another table with a few knick knacks. We quickly left.

The other yard sale was what a yard sale is supposed to be. Tables piled high, clothing hanging on the fence. A car pulled out in the driveway with things hanging all over it. And - SCORE! - she had tons and tons and tons of cute clothes. Alas - UNSCORE! - all the pants were a size 12 or 14 and all the tops were a size small (how is this person porportioned??). No luck with garage sales today. Boo.

The hubs and I had decided we weren't going to buy new clothes for ourselves until we got closer to our California/ Vegas trip in November. But, it looks like it's either gonna be new threads or go naked. Hmmm. For the first time in a long, long, loooooong time I am excited to try on new clothes. That's a feeling that almost nothing can beat. =)

In.Other.News

A week or so ago, in one of my Hungry-Girl newsletters, there was an offer for a free cookie from Kashi. Now, I have tried the Kashi waffles. And, to be perfectly frank, I'd rather guzzle ball sweat. But this was a chocolate chip oatmeal cookie. There's no way you can fuck up chocolate chip and oatmeal, right? Right?

Wrong.

The cookie came in the mail today. Even though it was two WW points (130 calories, 5 grams of fat) -- the same as any regular cookie -- I decided to go ahead and give it a try. It tasted like straight up ass. I gave it to Jaybird and he took one bite, looked at me like "why'd the heck you give ME that?" and said "I no like it!" If Jaybird won't eat a cookie then you know it's bad . . .

Daily Menu for Sunday, Sunday:

Breakfast
Oatmeal (Umm, why did I think I didn't like oatmeal? I'm totally crushing on it right now. It's yummy, low in points, and it's supa-dupa filling)
2 Slices Toast
Total Points: 4

Lunch
Ham and cheese sandwhich
Pringles Sticks
Total Points: 6

Snack
Rice Cake
Vanilla Pudding
Total Points: 2

Dinner
Enchiladas
Chips
Refried Beans
Total Points: 7

Snack
Hershey's Stick
Total Points: 1

Total Points: 20