So, in the spirit of keeping things positive.... I have had a really good week this week. It's odd, I found myself listening to the 80's station today and boogie-ing around the house and singing loudly and off key to my cat - who was quite perturbed by the crazy woman holding him, singing to him, and patting him in time to music. He put it up with it pretty well for about four songs before making his escape, the little dude really craves the petting! Just to give you an image I was sitting in my computer chair, cradling the cat, and suddenly started singing "I'm All Out of Love" quite obnoxiously at him.

Followed by "She's Got the Look," "I Love Rock & Roll," and something else... no, I can't remember it just now.
Anyway, after a while it occured to me that... I was
happy. Honestly just plain and deliriously happy...
while on a diet! What's up with that? Who am I and what have I done with the real Lala? Please check your closets and if you should find a short, round brunette, please contact me immediately.
Love,
Pseudo_lala