My husband and I made a quick trip to the mall last night to get a birthday present for Lauren (Happy Birthday Lauren!).
The end.
Ok, not really.
While we were there he wanted to run and try on and pick up some jeans. He grabbed a pair and ran to the dressing room just to get a quick gauge of where to go from there.
He came out of the dressing room looking a little distraught. The jeans didn’t fit. They were too tight.
The look on his face said it all. Depression. Self-hate. Why? WHY?! WHY!!!
All I told him was, “Welcome to my world.” He finally knew what it felt like to be a woman and something NOT FIT PROPERLY.
I soothed him by telling him what I would have wanted to hear, “It was probably just the cut of the jean that made them tight.”
He also reacted like every woman I know. Instead of going home and running or working out he got a $10 container of pistachios, cashews, and peanuts. Now that’s my kind of (wo)man!
Now let’s see…how fat is my husband?
Yeah, exactly. Not fat at all. I would still kill for his legs. Is that a weird thing to say?
Speaking of not fat and fat…
Hi Everybody! I'm Angela. I love my dogs, adore my husband and try to make the best out of everyday! 
That picture of Sadie is adorable…and Lexi too, but the Sadie picture reminds me of Bailey. Kody has lots of girl moments when he tries on clothes….the end.
If it makes you feel better, I’m one of the freakish women who have lost weight in their first trimester and the baby bump just looks like a big lump of fat. No baby. I go around telling everyone “I’m not fat, I’m pregnant.”
How funny, yes it’s always good for our hubby’s to get a little female perspective.