Waffles

So,yesterday was the most insane shopping day of the year. The newspapers always talk about Black Friday or the Saturday before Christmas or all these other days, but all of us know that it's Boxing Day. It does not matter how many freakin' pre-Christmas sales the stores have in an effort to stem the tide, it is absolutely ingrained in Canadian shoppers that you get the BEST prices on Boxing Day, even if it isn't true.

Of course, I went out into the madness. Kind of glad I managed it too, because now I have holiday cards for next year and way too many clothes from JoeFresh and Reitman's. Still no pants, though. Buying pants sucks when you are short. It will probably end up being another expensive trip to the GAP for me, because they seem to be the only ones that cater to my height. It's possible that petite specialty shops have pants in my size, but they only seem to carry things that are suited to my grandma. If anyone has suggestions for great pants for really short people (that is not Gymboree), please let me know! I may ask one of our friends' kids where she gets her jeans because they look awesome, but they will probably never make it past my hips. Damn hips.

For the record, I never even had hips before I had my girl. Now, however, they are definitely there. If I ever take up salsa dancing, I'm sure I'll appreciate them. Until then, they are this bizarro part of my body that recently sprung into being. Perhaps they will go away if I go on the waffle diet...

Had this incredibly odd dream last night that three of my friends were on a waffle diet. They had all lost a lot of weight and were practically unrecognizable. They claimed it was due to this new diet, and they were all at the kitchen table eating these gi-noromous (we interrupt this blog to stop Ninjababy from styling the wall with a hairbrush) strawberry-shaped eggo waffles. Eggo waffles are, seriously, one of the most evil things you can eat. But, when I looked at the box, the things were like, zero grams of fat, seven grams of fibre, and oh-so-good for you. I wish my dreams were reality, because if I could lose the last of my baby fat eating waffles, I would be very very happy.

Mmmm....waffles....