That's Hot!

Caroline is officially teething. And it seems she's unhappy about it. So after she wouldn't go to sleep last night, we tried to drive her around a bit to get her to nod off, and decided to run by Target to pick up some infant Motrin to alternate with Tylenol if needed.

It wasn't until I was halfway into the store when I realized what I was wearing -- when we left I had not planned on seeing anyone other than Caroline and Melissa:

==Birkenstock sandals
==Gym shorts
==An Obama '08 shirt that has admittedly shrunk to the point of not wearing it ever in public.

I was watching my fellow shoppers to see if they nodded in approval or acknowledged my hotness. Nothing! I guess when Target's about to close in 15 minutes people are on a mission. As was I. Got the Motrin, but Caroline was already asleep in the car. Now we're prepared at least.