Oh no, not the mall! Anything but the mall....

If I gave The Saint a choice between sticking a hot poker in his eye or going to the mall, he'd really have to think about it. Seriously.

Therefore, unfortunately for him, we have two weddings coming up in September and since he's been working out and cutting back on his beer, he needed a new jacket, shirt and tie. Hence the trip to the mall last night amidst much crying, whining and gnashing of teeth. I keep telling him that when people ask if I have children I tell them "Yeah, one, and he's 34."

We managed to get him a nice outfit and I even talked him into buying a pair of Nike walking shoes so he can break them in before the 3K. His biceps are like rocks now and he's got a really sexily defined arm thing going on. And his beer belly has gone way down. Mmmmm.

I only bought a little black purse last night. I already have my outfit for the weddings. I'm wearing the same thing to both since different people will be at both. It's a 3 piece black outfit: shell, jacket and pants. The last time I wore it was to a wedding in May 2004 and it was so snug I couldn't button the jacket and the shell was hideously tight. I tried it on the other night and it fits great except if I lose anymore weight between now and September 4th (right, with the way I've been eating lately) the pants will be too big.

In a last ditch effort to get some kind of grip on my eating, I've dug out my little blue notebook so I can resume recording every little bit of food that passes my lips. I've got way too much mindless eating going on right now.

In other news, my beloved White Sox have dropped four in a row but I'm not panicking. Much.