A little lacking in the wonder.

Wonder Woman arrived. Coolest suit EVER. But I ordered too big. Apparently, Wonder Woman has boobs. Who knew? So Wonder Woman will get passed on to Maggs or Amy (who have not had babies, and let me tell you this is no coincidence) for the summer swim series. And Splish is sending another, smaller, no boobs required. No one will be mistaking me for Lynda Carter any time soon.

But my m&m suit fits perfectly, and I love it. Being that I'm still not able to run my m&ms off, I am starting to look a little like one. You know, round and fatty in the middle, long skinny atrophied quads..

I drove to the pool today out of habit. I cussed in my head when I saw the pool cleaner guy's car (he is my arch nemesis) and then it hit me: there's no swim on my schedule today. What am I doing at the pool? Willingly walking into the gates of hell? And I drove to Starbucks. Howard the barista pretended not to know me, as it's been a while since I've skipped swimming in favor of coffee. Ha ha funny joke give me my soy latte before I say something that makes you spit in it, Howie.

Henry pulled his little hamstring at baseball this weekend. Last night he used it as an excuse not to take Sky's dress to the laundry when I asked for help. When I insisted, he came up with a better one: He cannot touch anything that has touched a bagina. I thought about telling him exactly how he landed here on Earth, but didn't have time to deal with the hours of showering that would ensue. For good measure, he added that he will never, ever touch anything that has touched a bagina. If he starts calling it the B-word I promise to take him to a speech therapist.