After a Old Navy maternity jeans search (which concluded without jeans, but several tops...) we headed over to Claim Jumper for a bite. I couldn't decide between filet mignon or a cheeseburger so I ended up with a bowl of chili and some steak fries. Oh the joys of not dieting through pregnancy! So, being the pregnant one I am, with constant needs for bathroom visits, we had to stop once again before finally exiting to our car. I'm leading the way, carrying the leftover boxes (2 of us, with 3 full doggie bags...). Since my hands were full I had the bright idea to KICK in the bathroom door. To my dismay, it swung open at great speed and vigor hitting a lady in the face!! Catie gawked at me and I didn't know whether to burst into laughter, tears or just run away! So after a few seconds, I slowly opened the door again to find a startled woman, to whom I profusely apologized. Her response was a muttering stuttering of something like, "um, I uh, guess I uh, was uh kinda close?"
To finish the night we went and saw "Four Christmases." Funny Vince Vaughn/Reese Witherspoonness, kinda crude, sorta sad, all around predictable comedy chick flick. I did win a bet though. It was Tim McGraw in it. Catie thought he was just a pudgy look alike. Boo-ya!
