Last night, I was trying to find something somewhat nice (aka not a sweatshirt and jeans) to wear to the funeral tomorrow, even just a simple sweater would do. Nothing. Nada. Everything I have from pre-PG, well, it makes me look like a sausage squeezing into a casing. It's awful. And no, I'm not exaggerating. Even CJ gave me the "look", like "poor you", and said, "well, you look like you have big jugs". *eyebrows raised*. That's a guy for ya.
Another note, I had to do a observation at a Head Start yesterday afternoon. I love watching the kids run around and learn and interact with each other. During my observation, I usually sit off to the side of the room, and most times, the kids will come up to me, wondering who I am and what is my name.
A little girl came up to me yesterday, and I smiled at her.
I had the chills after that. She could "feel" my grief. Maybe she could see inside my soul. What an intuitive little soul she is.