Austin Ali: Sunday Bloody Sunday

This afternoon as Logie and I were at HEB picking out lean ground beef for a chili recipe I was making (total housewife SCORE), I busted a guy checking out my ass. And I immediately thought, "oh honey. You're looking at THIS? It used to be a LOT better." Then I kind of felt bad for the guy. Like, sorry that you had to be subjected to that, dude. I mean, I know that your eyes are just programmed to look at ANY ass that's in sight, so I'm sorry that mine had to be the one in your line of vision. My now very large ass, looking all long and wide in my stretched-out Old Navy yoga pants that have never actually been to yoga*... sigh.

I was laughing to Willis about it after I got home while making the chili (JUST A REMINDER, TOTAL HOUSEWIFE SCORE), and then I said, "and everyone was in the worst mood at the store tonight. Like everyone was all in each other's way, huffing and puffing and in a hurry. What's the rush?" And Willis said, "it's probably because they have to work tomorrow."

And then I remembered... Sunday. I used to HATE Sundays. That horrendous feeling that I used to get on Sunday afternoons that would just linger into the night, getting worse the darker it got. That nauseous, anxious feeling of impending doom that didn't go away until at least lunchtime on Monday, when I would be too busy to feel sick to my stomach anymore. It totally sucked and I feel bad for Willis because I'm sure that is how he is feeling at this very moment. In fact I know he is. You can even kind of feel it in the house... that wet cloud feeling of dread.

OMG how dramatic am I?!

On a cuter note, check out my fave video that I can't stop playing. Many of you have already seen it, but here it is anyway....

HAVE YOU EVER!? me either.

Here's another one of Logie's favorite game, called Trust Fall. Basically you better be behind him at all times when he's standing, because chances are he's going to just... let go. And yes, he is wearing leg warmers.