I have become weirdly obsessed with this woman's Instagram account and blog. Both her house and her fat baby are awesome. That fat baby. The hats she puts on the fat baby. The fact that the fat baby is named Rufus. Her austere, clean white house. The farmhouse sink she bathes the fat baby in. It all makes me happy. So, I had this conversation with Wm about it...
Me: I wish you were a baby again so I could feed you like I was planning to make foie gras out of your liver. And then you would be a fat baby - and I could put bear ear hats on you that tie under your fat chin and laugh at your baby moobs and you could take naps in rustic baskets. Maybe I'll have another baby so I can do those things!
Wm: You can't.
Me: Why not?
Wm: You're in menopause. [smirk]
BURN. Maybe I'll just make Wm wear bear hats and nap in rustic baskets now. It's never too late!
(Also, Wm on the real footage shown of the marchers in Selma at the end of the movie: "Wow - people were a lot thinner back then." HA!)
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