Yesterday when I was getting ready for my party I’m running around, as per usual, half dressed, and my husband says, “babe, do you have a bruise on your leg?” I’m like, not that I know of. He was pointing to my thigh. I look in the mirror and look at him and point to the fat on my thigh and say, oh, if you’re talking about that it’s cellulite. He thought that I was thinking that he was calling me fat. He has determined this based on the *LOOK* that he got from me. Whatever!
There’s no bruise, and if I were to have time to run, there’d be NO FAT either.
Oh a lighter note, I did manage to pick up 2, count ’em two lip-liners today!