The Daily News

I called the leasing office for my new apartment and got an official move-in date: June 8. This is a few days later than what they originally told us, which is somewhat frustrating. It's also a weekday, which makes things a bit of a pain. At least we have the date, though, which means that I can start planning things a little bit better.

I was thinking about my response to something that somebody said at dinner on Sunday night. The conversation went something like this:
Me: "Anybody want to share a sampler?" (Appetizer that consisted of several fried food items, for those out there wondering.)
R: "Sure, but I'm ordering a meal, too."
Me: "So am I."
R: "I'm glad to hear that somebody thin eats like I do."
Me: *chuckles*
R: "Are you laughing because I called you thin?"
Me: "Yes."
So somebody called me thin and I laughed. I'm not fat, certainly, but I don't look in the mirror every day and think, "My, Angie, you are so thin," either. (I prefer to think of myself as slightly more "cuddly" than I could be ;).) We tend to see our flaws more than others do, and I am sure that the world doesn't see my extra weight the same way I do. But why did I laugh? I still can't quite figure that out.