Bloody Beef, My Tomato Hunk, And Men's Yoga Pants

I'm just back from New Years Day dinner at mom's. No, I'm not posting late - we had it today. She said it was because she was going out for New Years Eve. I think it was just because she was tired of everyone showing up hungover. Myself? Sunday and New Years Day are pretty much the same thing.

Ever go to a big family dinner and wish there was no dinner, just the nibbles before hand? Yeah, me too. Every time.

The only thing missing here is my tomato hunk. Sadly, he was incapable of standing on his own two feet.

The other thing that was missing? My mom saying Oh my head! I shouldn't have had that second glass of wine right before the potatoes needed to be mashed. But she did say my Uncle wanted the riper roast beef. We knew what she meant though - the pink roast beef instead of the bleeding roast beef. Even though my Uncle would really prefer the brown roast beef. He likes it a bit deader than the rest of them.

I wish the baby talk had been missing.

It is exciting there will be another baby in the family. I'm even more excited that it isn't coming from one of the Asshats.

I'm not so excited that I want to hear about it endlessly. We have only one or two family dinners to go until the baby is born. Then we'll get to hear about poopy diapers and leaky boobs.

This would be a good year to go to a tropical island for Christmas.

At least her husband offered up some funny moments for our entertainment.

The Baby Daddy: I remember once when I was little I was rolling a penny around in my mouth while I was watching Cinderella and all of a sudden whoops, it was gone.

My Brother: You might want to change that to watching Transformers when you tell the story.

The Baby Daddy: But it wasn't. It was Cinderella. She had just lost her slipper.

A little later I overheard that he wanted to have a co-ed baby shower. I told him that his buddies would hate him forever and permanently revoke his man card. I'm female and I never willingly attend a baby shower. I'm sure most - as in all - men are grateful that only women have to suffer through these things.

I also promptly told my cousin that two showers in under 12 months was unacceptable.

Then the conversation turned to yoga pants. It started out baby related until The Baby Daddy said he wanted some. I've Googled Men's Yoga pants and google has finally made up for some of the scarring that Google Images has caused me in the past.

Oh yes, I could get into men in yoga pants. But only if they look like this, because you know if this ever trends it will be the 300 pound man wearing yoga pants sans underwear that we'll get to see at Walmart. Most likely there will be a hole somewhere in his super-sized yoga pants that gives us a peak at something he hasn't seen without a mirror for the past decade as well. 

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