Robyn's Journal

My job is done if you go eww, OMG or LOL

I crawled into bed (literally) this afternoon to snuggle with Kris and complain that I was heavy, big, bloated and.. "ugly?" he cut in. I gave him a funny look and thought about it for a moment before I said "no, that is just how my body feels, not how I feel about my body. I was going to say 'sore', not ugly". I think my body is down right sexy. Other people may not agree, but this isn't their body.

Although now I am starting to wonder if he was trying to tell me something about my appearance. That perhaps my ego is overshadowing something I aught to take notice in. Aww piffle. Now I'm definitely going to have to sit down and talk to him and see if there was anything between the lines. The last thing I want is for him to think I don't care about and value his opinion or don't give a rats butt about what I look like (not that I leave the house without putting myself together first). ~gasp~ maybe that is it. Maybe he wants me to dress up more when I am inside the house too.

Oh well. I'll bring it up later if I remember.. Till then, it is a pant less day here.

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