Let's Put These Breasts On Ice

I've gained two inches around the widest part of my bust. Two inches. The size underneath doesn't seem any larger, but . . . the breasts are. When this weather warms a little (there's a snow warning in effect), I'm going to pay a visit to the doctor to see what's going on. Clearly something's going on with my hormones--I've been having trouble with my stomach too. I'm thinking I'll need to get blood tests, and we all know how much I love those. Blood is great, fine, wonderful even. But needles? Heh. ::faints::

Anyway . . . yeah. No place secured in which to live yet. No snow outside yet, but it's so cold in here, even under three blankets, Ana is shivering. Today was the first day of school, and tomorrow I may not go. Even if it doesn't snow here, half of Seattle's already decided they get the day off. All day today it was nothing but "are classes in session today?" [They're asking this before it even snowed!] "I need to make an emergency assistance appointment with ____." "We can schedule you tomorrow." "I . . . I don't want to take a chance on that. With the snow and all. Maybe we should make it for Wednesday."

Jebus people! You'd never survive in the Midwest, and don't even think about living the Inuit life in the tundra. It drops below 25 degrees and suddenly that's cause for being late or skipping out on responsibilities, meanwhile I'm out in nylons shivering my ass off waiting for a bus that's late. Why? Because there might be snow and ice later tonight. ::rolls eyes::

. . . Two inches! Where the hell is it coming from? And why?

"Well boys, it looks like we have to tummy kiss our way out."
~badly quoted from the Simpsons