That last week I DID NOT knowingly go to the park with Robbie in capris that had coke or some sort of beverage stain on the legs. Said capris were certainly NOT white. And we would NOT have been meeting friends for a playdate.
I do NOT crave real butter right now. Land of Lakes, unsalted, the real deal. I DON'T eat certain things during the day just because they go with butter. DON'T you dare melt it on my toast, smother my roll with it, or fry my steak or chicken in it. I'm just as happy with that 'I can't believe it's not butter'
crap substitute. (*I blame Miss July for this one...)
I would NEVER dream of taking up sewing right now. I am NOT tempted to buy a sewing machine so that I can make my own drapes/bedding/etc, halloween costumes for Robbie, and other crafty things like the adorable denim-pants-quilt that has been haunting me ever since I saw the project on someone else's blog. We have nowhere to keep a sewing machine, I am less than 2 months from delivering our second child, and I completely forget everything I learned in Home Ec. Therefore, this entire concept of taking up sewing does NOT swirl around in my head every day.
When I run errands by myself in Rob's car, my belly is NOT so big now that it accidentally honks the horn every time I get into the car.
A day would NEVER go by that I might not have consumed a single vegetable.
I am NOT addicted to sweet tea in the summer (2 bags Good Earth Original, 2 bags Luzianne), Grandpa Bob style (add Sweet and Low).
I do NOT get winded every time we go for a family walk around the neighborhood, and insist now on pushing the stroller so I have something to lean on when Sciatica strikes mid-stroll.