Sweet!

Now this is what I'm talking about!  Can't necessarily get a seat on a crowded train but I can get front row parking in the Nordstrom building.  Of course, I don't know how they can really regulate this.  I mean, there are a lot of people in this world who could pass for pregnant. There were at least 3 semesters in college that I looked like I was approaching a due date of some sort.  I think the breaking point was when my mom had to keep running out of the dressing room at the Gap to get me increasingly large sizes.  As I recall, all she needed to say to get me in gear was, "Honey, what happened?"  Ten years later, I'm right back at my pizza/beer/breadstick weight, but this time my extra baggage is super awesome.