When People Let You Down

You can tell who your good friends are.

Apparently I have gone years without any, let me prove it:

Who in their right mind would let me out of the house wearing halloween socks and still call themselves "friend"?

A real friend would've said, "I know you think you're hot because thirty pounds of baby has been taken from your tummy, but girl, you are NOT hot and you need to burn those shorts with the socks".

A few years later, the good friend might've said, "You're not fooling anybody hiding in the Hubby clothes, we know you're 20 pounds heavier than when you got pregnant, so for Pete's sake, go buy some clothes that fit!"




"Oh good grief, again with the socks?"
"Didn't I tell you to burn those shorts?"


(ok, that pregnancy I actually had some pretty nice clothes that required lovely high-heeled boots, but it was just me and the kids playing in the back yard...um, yeah)

"Just because your kids like to dress goofy, doesn't mean you have to as well."

"A Walkie Talkie? Attached to your trousers? Seriously?"

"...are you wearing socks with that outfit?"


And the pictures I didn't include?

Because believe it or not, I do have some self-respect left.

"Until your arms are again smaller than your thighs, you should keep them down."


"NEVER, ever follow the trend if peg leg jeans come back in."

and back to Exhibit "A":

"Oh honey, never pose with skinny, stylish people when you are sporting the Cleopatra look".