hollow

I have been making an effort since staying home to avoid letting myself go. I get up, shower every morning, dress in the cute maternity tops Joyce gave me, and even put on makeup.

And then I get the comment, "Well, that shirt isn't as bad as I expected a peacock shirt to look."

And I cry off all my makeup by noon.

So, when I'm blowing on my food to cool it off, and I say, "Hot." Don't come back with something cheesy like, "yeah, you are," because the words just sound hollow.