A nice person to sit in front of
Labels: family, fat, food
Posted by Jolene on 7/10/2007
*snort*i am in dire fear of stepping on the scales in the morning. it is going to be ugly and bread is going to be banned from my fat mouth for the forseeable future.
My clothes are shrinking.
Our scale "broke" last year: Skipperdee got suddenly and violently sick, ran to the bathroom, and in her momentary indecision over whether to use the sink, toilet, or trash can, spewed all over the scale instead. No way were any of us going to clean that up, so we tossed it.With some of Skip's friends already entering a pre-teen phase of constant obsessing about weight, we decided not to replace it.
oh, and did it have to be pink? or that could just be me and my natural resistance to random change.
See, in most things I hate change too, but for some reason I get bored with the color scheme here after a while. You're lucky you missed the bright yellow. Anyway, don't worry, I'm sure I'll change it soon. (For some reason, getting myself to write anything is near impossible, as I'm sure you can see, but changing the colors? I'm all over that. It's a problem.)
Ahem. I was here for the yellow. Let us never speak of that again.
I...I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a sensitive subject. Clearly I have been far too cavalier in my color-changing decisions. (By the way, "cavalier" is really a fun word.) I will have to work on that, I suppose.
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