Oh. No. He. Didn't.- Part 2.

Last Sunday night was one of my good friend's birthday so we were off to celebrate over a little Mexican- yeah for Cheese Dip! These days my wardrobe has dwindled down to about 3 outfits that I rotate on a weekly basis, and although I am not going to make it on the Worst Dressed List, I know that Heidi Klum is not calling me any time soon to guest host on Project Runway. And I am at peace with that. However, someone else in my house does not feel the same way (I'll give you a hint- it's not Buddy). So on Sunday night when I walk out in one of my 3 outfits, Tim Gunn (a.k.a. Ashley) cocks a brow at me as he irons his shirt and says, "Is that what you are going to wear?" Hold up. Isn't that my line? I look down at my perfectly suitable ensemble and say, "Yeah, is that a problem?" He pauses for a minute and looks down at his shirt. I know this look, it is becoming all too familiar now. And then he says this: "I think you need a Style Intervention." OH. NO. HE. DIDN'T. I walk toward him slowly in my controlled rage and calmly ask, "I am not sure if you have noticed that I have a 7 pound fetus attached to the front of my body, THAT YOU PUT THERE, and I am a little limited on my attire these days."
And so help me Saint Agnes if this boy isn't just begging to be kicked in the groin when he follows by saying, "Well, yeah, but I am talking about even before you got pregnant."
I am not sure what happened after that as my vision blurred, I started seeing red, and then blacked out for 12 minutes only to wake up to Ashley holding his groin and speaking 3 octaves higher than normal. But all in all, I think that he would agree that his "intervention" was a success.