seriously
Sean made a terrible discovery last night. I have cankles. Now normally I would tell you that I have really cute ankles. I have small, dainty feet and ankles, which are about the only thing you could describe as dainty on me. Now I have the dreaded pregnancy cankles. I’m drinking tons of water and propping them up as much as I can, but it turns out that can only help a bit, sometimes these things can’t be avoided.
Seriously. Cankles. God.
On a happy note, the shower saga is over and we had a working shower last night.
Which is a good thing because now the bathroom sink doesn’t work, and I was glad to be able to brush my teeth in the bathtub.
I almost went off on the dude last night, but Sean’s cooler head prevailed, and a hot shower diffused my anger. The tile looks great, by the way.