Five Things

1. I am apparently officially too short for my favorite jeans. I used to buy "size X regulars." Now I wear a "size X short." Am I getting shorter? Is there a special multivitamin I can take to grow back to my original size? Or is the jeans manufacturer playing a cruel, cruel joke on me since their jeans are the only jeans that make me look like I actually have a butt that are actually sold in my joke of a local shopping mall at a reasonable price? Am I getting paranoid? Hmph.

2. I am married. :) Have been for 16 days now.

3. Now that I have been married for a whole 16 days, I have learned that:
a) husbands do not like to watch the "Real Housewives of [insert your city of choice here].
b) they do, however, like to watch a lot of sports. and shows involving dangerous commercial
fishing. in Hi Def. loudly. with the surround sound.
c) I really don't like watching a lot of sports. or shows about fishing. in Hi Def. especially in
surround sound.
d) we will really need to get another television.

4. I can never go to the Anthropologie website. They have too many beautiful things there. Beautiful, whimsical, clever little things that make me want to open a lemonade stand to save up my pennies to buy said beautiful, whimsical, clever little things. Pathetic, I know.

5. Every time I see "Desperate Housewives" I wish I had beautiful red hair like Bree. I also wish
I was the kind of person who could grow hydrangaes and curl my eyelashes with one hand
and write the perfect Thank You note. Like Bree. Unfortunately, I suspect I would look like Ronald McDonald with such red hair, I am so gardening-disabled that I have killed a cactus, I don't know how to I have woefully uncurly eyelashes, and I can barely chicken scratch a polite thank you. Ah, well. At least I have something to aspire to.