That's what it is. It's probably an evil scale anyway. Always lying to me. Telling me I'm fat. The worst part about it is that the scale has also convinced all the mirrors in my house to play along. And I know it got my pant size on board ages ago. It's also managed to get the camera to cooperate, even though I treat that camera like one of my dear precious children. And this evil, hateful scale has attached a big mound of blubber right on my midsection. Well guess what scale - I hate you too. ***************************************************** I think showers are a waste of time. You get in just to get all wet, emerge dripping, get a nice clean towel wet, redress yourself, figure out something to do with your crazy 'just got wet and now it's going to dry ultra fuzzy, don't even think about using a blowdryer' hair, and put on all the makeup that you just washed off even though your mascara could probably have passed for a whole extra d
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And we eat turkey at the thanksgiving and should be giving thanks more than gifts, so I think the turkey is beyond appropriate.
Congrats!!!!
But really---that's cool. Congrats!
(I bet there's some people really wondering right now...)
You have some major skills!!