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Did I mention that it’s Friday? First Friday after a full week’s work! I’ll be doing a little happy dance all day. Mr. Scale even made me happy! 170 this morning. I KNOW that’s a number I haven’t seen in at least 7 years! I like it! A lot of teachers wear jeans on Friday and it kind of sets the mood for a more relaxed day. God knows, I could use a more relaxed day! Guess I’ll be sporting jeans today.

Made a blueberry, cherry clafoutis to take to school today along with Shwann’s Fat-free, No sugar added ice cream. As for lunch itself, I’ll take some 7 grain salad and, following everyone’s suggestion, something to snack on around 10:30. I fully intend to get some kind of protein bar next time I’m at the store but I forgot to do it last night. Maybe I’ll take a little Kashi.

Gotta run! I need to find a jacket to go with my jeans.

8:00 p.m. - I caved on dinner.  DH put a pot roast on for dinner with a packet of onion soup mix, made mashed potatoes, green beans, and sliced tomatoes.  Not my kind of food but it was there so I chose to eat it other than fix something for myself.  Don’t want to think about all those calories and I really don’t even like that kind of food but it’s Friday and I’m tired.  Funny…just a couple of weeks ago Friday’s were nothing special.  Now!  OMG!  I’m so grateful for them!

Okay, I folded on the damn cat.  I bought IAMs cat food and he’s been staying in the back yard for a couple of weeks.  He thinks this is his home and he never leaves.  There’s been no more cat poo or vomiting since I started feeding him IAMs and Andrew and Steven have been asking if they could bring him in.  I finally relented and let them bring him in about three days ago and he hasn’t been outside since.  He’s using the litter box and behaving himself but he’s still on probation.  If he continues to do okay, I guess I’m going to have to take him to a vet and have him all checked out, get his shots, and get him fixed.  (sigh)  Just what I need, another guy around here.

It’s only a few minutes after 8:00 and I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open.  DH is telling me to quit fighting it and go to bed.  I’m staring at a kitchen full of dirty dishes and I’m actually thinking about going to bed and letting them sit till morning.  That’s another reason I don’t like for him to cook.  He creates a disaster in the kitchen!  Hmmm…maybe I’ll tell him I’ll go to bed if he’ll clean up his mess.