I don't think Wabbit's making
me fat! I'm pretty sure it is
JUNE'S fault! I need someone to harangue me about stuff and make me feel guilty for not going to bed at a reasonable hour!
So anyway, the wake was at the funeral home, and there was coffee, but certainly not food or a bar! Plus, don't forget this is DH's family, so even after the funeral, at the home where everyone gathered, I couldn't have even a single beer because OOH we wouldn't want to drink in front of DH's parents, would we?
AND -- I didn't eat much of anything from the buffet table. I hadn't had any dinner because I'd had to drive DD to her guitar lesson right after we left the wake and when we got back, I had to change my clothes and go right to the funeral. So, at 8:30 I was looking forward to having
something from the good ol' buffet table. The only things there besides sweets were those horrible bullet shaped sandwiches, so I chose a ham salad one and it was
so bad I didn't have the slightest interest in eating anything else. I did eat a small square of peanut butter fudge, but that was just self-preservation, you could hardly call it overeating. So Wabbit's messages just aren't working here! Maybe it's all the snow--it muffles sound. Right now it's snowing like crazy!
I want you to know that I have
not gained weight since I met you clowns, although I haven't really lost any either. However I have to say that my house has indeed gone downhill. But then I think it would have anyway. In fact, maybe if I gave it a good push, it would go all the way down the hill and fall in the lake.
DH is annoying me. He got the car fixed today, so that was good. But he brought home a chicken and bunch of other food to make dinner with. And he wants to cook. Knowing what always happens ("how do I do this? how long does this take? etc.") I went in and started working on it with him when he told me all these things he wanted to put in with the chicken. And I said some of these things weren't going to work, so he bit my head off and did that annoying throwing in the towel sh**, so I told him he'd better do the whole thing, and I came in here and got on the computer. Anyway I have cramps. Who needs the aggravation? And what's that strange smell coming from the kitchen? Do I have to eat this dinner?
Bagz! You stopped typing in caps! Are you allright?
Peachie, we miss you!
Bummer about the basement flooding, Lush. I hope it gets cleared up quickly (and I hope you don't have to go down there in hip waders and do anything yourself!)
Kiwi