With friends like this...

My colleague, Susie, has a dancer's body.  Tall, thin, legs up to my shoulders...you get the picture.  She is expecting her third child, and she is beginning to show.  She is just adorable (even though she doesn't think so)!  Well, she glides her way into my office with her size tiny dress and says, "My buttons are beginning to gape."  Excuse me for not sharing in your grief, but I thought gaping buttons were a good  thing, especially when you have been hoping beyond hope that the little buggers at least meet!  I mean, please!  She can hide in a straw...and I'm not talking about one of those big ol' milkshake straws, I'm talking about a stir-cream-in-your-coffee straw.  Now, I know I will never have a body like hers; it's not in my genes.  (I have a lot more in my "jeans" than she ever will, pregnant or not.)  The last time I had bones that small was in utero. I only have one thing to say, but I don't think I want it in print.