My Frappuccino

I occasionally miss my chubby indulgences. One of those was a Frappuccino from Starbucks.

Now, of course, iced green tea or -- if I'm feeling decadent and flush -- a decaf latte or iced latte are my go-to drinks at chain coffeeshops.

I like to frequent the non-chains when I can, though. For one thing, they can make things for me that Starbucks won't. Of course, I might have to cajole them a bit.

A few days ago, I talked a local coffeeshop into making me a blended latte that I could have. They didn't want to do a drink with just espresso, milk and ice: "It won't taste very good. We have to add some kind of powder." Believe me, I finally persuaded them. I will like it.

And I did.

Facebook drama

One of my Facebook friends has been posting, all upset, about a fight with her husband. Aside from the fact that those are always uncomfortable to read about, it brought up an interesting issue. The reason she is mad at her husband is that he got mad at her for telling a female neighbor to text her, not him, with regard to scheduling and the like. She got mad at the neighbor because she texted her husband info about her significant other's surprise birthday party.

I think she's overreacting. (As does her husband.)

Of course, I can be conservative on that front myself. I only text or call Other Women's Husbands unless a) the wife has told me to specifically, which often happens or b) it would be stupid and awkward if I didn't -- as in cases where the husband is, indeed, the social director.

I also know, though, that other women, particularly when they don't know me, tend to project much more aggressiveness on me than the men do. Heck, I would have had a lot more fun when I was single if I were half as good with men as other women tend to assume. I had a problem with that when I was single as well as when I first lost weight.

But, anyway, I don't have an issue with other women interacting with my husband; I don't really understand the fuss. Of course, Paul is pretty upstanding, and he has a lovely clueless quality, which would make it hard for any predatory female to have any kind of satisfying interaction with him.

Stretch marks

Did you know that each baby makes his/her own set of stretch marks?

Not everyone, of course, gets stretch marks. I'm just prone to them. I even got them as an adolescent, just from the normal growth spurt.

So far, though, this baby hasn't done any damage. There's a chance that it just won't happen, as I don't think I'll be gaining the 70 pounds I would need to do in order to get my pregnancy weight equal to what my weight was before the diet.

Day 19: A Song From Your Favorite Album

OK, of course I have more than one favorite album. "Who's Next?" by the Who is up there. So is "Pet Sounds" by the Beach Boys. I also love "Exile in Guyville" by Liz Phair. Of stuff from this century, I like the Avett Brothers' "I and Love and You."

But, as my teens would say to mock hipsters, those are so mainstream.

One less mainstream (but not completely obscure) favorite albums has to be "It's a Shame About Ray" by The Lemonheads. It's early '90s pure poppiness, and I liked them before I realized what a heartthrob-type the lead singer is, which would've been an irritant in my hipster days. I used to listen to this album all the time, but I saw the video for the first time just now, as I looked for something on YouTube.