except I'm not going to the beach. It's cold here, i'm depressed and fat. I had to get the evil driver's license picture taken today. I even had a choice of 2 shots -- each one was worse than the other one. Now that I have cute shoulder length (honey colored) hair, my fat face and neck are much more obvious. the weight numbers below are a blatant lie, but they are staying that way until I finish the Halloween candy and get back to them. In the meantime, my DH is pigging out right this very minute with mass quantities of pistachio nuts. That after going out to dinner where he ate about 6 quarts of fried shrimp.
I did have 2 beers in honor of Margharita night, Bagz. It was the 3 of us though, and DD was a pain, so instead of having fun, I just feel bloated and logy.
I'm being asked to make a decision about what I want to do/where I want to go tomorrow night as a birthday celebration. We can
either go out to dinner or go to a movie, but not both, because DH has to work until 6pm (movies and good restaurants are 1.5 hours away). I will probably have to do the driving, too. I think I would rather stay home. But 2 friends are planning to go with us, so I'm kind of committed. Or I should be committed...
So I mentioned one movie, and DH said that wasn't the kind of movie he would want to see in the theater. Well, who's birthday did you say it was, anyway? Hells bells. Actually I went to a movie by myself today on the way back from the drivers license thing --
Don't Say A Word. It was a good suspense thriller, and Michael Douglas was even pretty good in it (usually he strikes me as old and bloated).
Have a good weekend all. I will be playing pogo.
Kiwi