sweaty and dehydrated is NOT SEXY dammit!

When I got home today, Ben made an offhand and meant-to-be complimentary comment... that my attire (tank top, shorts with pockets) made me look like Lara Flynn Boyle. AS IF! Not only am I far from a size 2 with pneumatic breasts, but my attire was clingy because I was hot and sweaty from being outside in the 95-degree-plus, humid weather.

I snapped at him. I really shouldn't have. But lately I don't like being labeled a "sex symbol" by him or anyone else. It places demands on me that are too much like putting me on a pedestal.

I could say more but it would be revealing way too much about my newlywed state, some of it rather depressing