Adding Insult

Okay, so I know yesterday I was all, "waaaaah, nothing fits, and "booooo, I can only wear leggings," but the universe didn't have to kick me quite so hard for being just a little bit, kinda sorta slightly complainy-like. I mean, this is just uncalled for:

Yep. That's my top. Split up the back.

It hurts, people. It hurts.

Though, for the record, I must state two major items of note:

1. This top has split before and I was dumb enough to take it back and exchange it for another ('cause as previously stated, I'm desperate for clothes and it's the perfect length and nice and flowy).

2. The hubby examined it and did, in fact, verify that my preggers belly had plenty of room within the fabric, so my girth alone (Wait...can I say girth? Oh well. Just did.) shouldn't have caused the malfunction.

Sigh.

Guess I'm down one more top. Unless I'm really really dumb and want to try a third time--and I'm not that desperate (or am I???). 

In summary, on this fine Saturday, I'd like to close this post with a little exercise I'd like to call: If-I-Were-On-Twitter-And-Used-Hashtags-Or-Even-Knew-What-Hashtags-Really-Were, I'd type something like this:

#AtLeastItWasn'tMyPants

Happy Weekend, peeps :)

#MyBabiesAreTotallyWorthIt