I only got bumped by a car

I am totally fine, but I did get kind of hit by a car on Friday. I was walking (you know like you do) and a woman was pulling out of the Walgreen's parking lot onto Fullerton Ave. (which was very busy and very, very slow moving at the time). She didn't look before she started to ease out into traffic, and I had just crossed in front of her and she slowly (because it was slow enough I could kind of move sideways as it was happening in speed with the car) nudged her car into me, but she very quickly saw me and stopped. So her car touched me and I kind of like grabbed at the hood to keep from falling over, but I didn't ever fall over and I am totally unharmed. Most of Friday I kept telling people that story over and over again to see their faces. It was awesome.

I am going winter coat shopping with my Christmas gift card to Macy's tonight. I will probably also get some underwear at victoria's secret, and I imagine sam will call me and coax me out to dinner since I am already downtown and need no coaxing whatsoever to go out to dinner.

Anyway, that was the car story.

Mirrors

Most girls are familiar with the concept of the skinny mirror. It is a mirror that at least one person you know owns. A cheapo wall mirror from Walmart of Target that is a pain to make stay on the wall, and that should NOT be moved from dorm to apartment after apartment, but it is anyway. It is moved because from some miracle (or more likely cheap and shoddy materials and construction), it makes everyone look at least five to ten pounds thinner.

Kelsey had the skinny mirror at U of I. I am not sure who had it at CMS, and I for a while had a version of it--not as awesome as Kelsey's but still awesome. H & M has the opposite. Last night in their dressing room I scared myself with the sight of my mid-section. It looked bloated and flobby and just downright terrifying. I see it everyday, and in general I know what to expect from it, but what I saw in their dressing room was something else, something strange. Then I realized that I had seen my gut in such a terrifying state before, mid-summer when I was dress shopping--it was at an H & M too!!

Now you would think that a store trying to sell you clothes would actively pursue skinny mirrors for its dressing rooms. Make all the chicks think they are skinner than they are and they will take home armloads of the magical clothes. This seems to be a problem that they would want to fix. And yet. . .

Note to self, work out before I hit an H & M, or buy it all and take it home to try on and then bring it back.

It was almost scary enough to get me to give up ice cream and candy. Almost. . . but not quite.