Apparently I have completely lost my taste for Chinese food. Or else Junior hates it. Or something. Granted I've slowly gotten pickier and pickier about it since first trying fried rice in junior high. But I've always been able to find something I like, even at the cheapest buffets that Mr. b loves so dearly. This weekend he surprised me by suggesting we go to my personal favorite Chinese buffet, way on the other side of town, near our old apartment. And I didn't even like that! Weird.

I've been putting lotion on my stomach. I know it's a total old wive's tale that you can prevent stretch marks by moisturizing but I don't care. I have ridiculously dry skin, especially in the winter, and it can't hurt.