At least, according to the Evil Twin, I do. Now, I don't profess to having the same body I did when I got married. I mean, that's obvious. Ask anyone who has known me a while and they'll tell you that I had mosquito bites for boobs back then too.
After two babies, and nursing said kiddos and gaining a little weight along the way (1993: 108lbs. 2008: 128lbs), well, things will just be different.
What the Evil Twin fails to realize is that because I wear low rise shorts and pants that often fall below my hips, what he's seeing are my hips that are larger, not so much a GIANT muffin top. Maybe a bit of extra flub around the middle.
And he gave me shit about posting the underpants blog.
I've had a lot of fun finding ways to bring my GIANT muffin top into the conversation.
Thank goodness I'm not an uptight asshole, cause I could make his life hell over that remark. LOL.
All this talk of muffins is making me hungry. I need to go to the grocery today, so I think all I have for breakfast type stuff is cereal. Oh well. Cheerios will have to do.
If you have a moment (and I know you do, friends), please go to visit the Blonde Goddess and wish her a very Happy Birthday today!
Why is it that everyone around me ages so well and me and my GIANT muffin top are going to hell in a handbasket?? (that's a rhetorical question).