1. Nearly every last one of my nighttime tank tops (especially that dark gray one that I loved so much and reluctantly tossed out onto a heaping trash can full of dirty diapers this morning) are devoid of elastic in the straps and are destined for the garbage. From breastfeeding a grab-happy infant. Enough said.
2. Losing so much hair post-pregnancy that I now have a head full of 3/4" hairs and it looks like I'll be sporting some sweet mini-bangs in no time.
3. The size of my left arm in comparison to the right.
4. Solicitors. I swear that I'm going to put a sign up at the shop that says 'No Solicitors. We will not buy your shit.' Everything from windchimes to radio ads. Seriously, if I wanted to buy your crap, I would have found a way to get it that didn't involve your interrupting my day to do it.
5. Shoes. Kind of in general, really. I will wear one pair of shoes all season (right now it's a pair of black high-heeled sandals), every season and until they fall apart. Well, spring is barely over and my shoes for this season are already breaking down. I get attached to one pair of shoes at a time. Really attached.
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