Oh crap.

I forgot my funny 4th of July story. So at the local Wal-Mart I pick Aiden and I up some matching 4th of July shirts. I am rushing to get ready and put my shirt on and it is really, I mean REALLY tight. I ask Josh if I look fat, he hesitates and says I look good. I don't even care at this point I want to match Aiden. I go upstairs and I am constantly tugging at this shirt so as to not show off my belly. Later in the evening I start talking to my mom and Rachael about how small this shirt is. Now I am no small thing and I got a size that said XL 14-16. I have gotten XL shirts that have still been tight. It just depends where you get it. Rachael says when she was at the Wal-mart she didn't see any cut fitted ones in womens sizes. She comes over to me and looks at the inside of my shirt and say, "You got a little girls shirt." Sigh of relief, I am not as huge as this shirt was making me feel. I run downstairs and change. I don't need to match Aiden this badly.