Ah-mare-i-cuh

Happy belated 4th of July.

I celebrated this momentous holiday in a very boring and satisfying manner. Is it weird that I like boring things? Well, I guess I don't think they're boring, but it sounds boring when I talk/blog about it.

Bfff had a cookout at her house. Guests included myself, a friend from her church, and another friend. There were no fireworks or alcohol. Woot.

I am finding the more I drink the less I like it. I don't know what's wrong with me; I just don't like it. Maybe I would enjoy drinking if it didn't make me feel like I've been hit by a bus the next morning. Plus I have an extreme aversion to throwing up.

Anyway, we grilled hot dogs (a truly gourmet food) and swam, and I was once again painfully reminded of how much weight I have gained this past year. While Bfff and churchy were strutting in their teeny bikinis, I was hiding in my swimming outfit from 1910. This should provide motivation to work out and lose weight, but really it just makes me want to eat more food.

At least my boobs are bigger now.

Today we have a mandatory store meeting to prepare for the holiday season. It's July. Who is thinking of the holidays now?! These meetings are a sad attempt at getting the employees rounded up and on board the holiday express. We play games and have contests and I sulk in a corner, hoping nobody notices my lack of participation. Boo.