It's July, people!
Do you know what that means?
We're in the final countdown towards meeting The Cactus in person.
And I'm sure ready, because my gut looks like this...
It's slightly less terrifying with my shirt/dress covering it...but that doesn't hide the fact that my waist measured 44" yesterday.
44 INCHES.
Seriously, Cactus. You're killing me.
He's also making me lethargic, as evidenced by my Independence Day nap with Maggie Roo.
She seems slightly less thrilled about the forced spooning than I do, huh?
Poor baby.
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