Well, Wabbit, I may be brave, but I wouldn't tell DH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I guess you'll know if I start gaining, if I yank those numbers
off! Ah yes, Sugar, the good ol' days--I weighed 120 when I met DH. I'd feel sorry for him putting up with lardbutt here, but he's gained almost as much as I have.
Gotta love those little nephews, eh? I like the name Crankster. I'll have to suggest something like that to my sis. Apparently her youngest, 15 months, has become quite impossible. He's a darling, but when he doesn't want to do something, he throws tantrums, and he's so strong, my parents can't do
anything with him. They took care of him until June, but fortunately he's in daycare now, or my mother would be ready for the nursing home. My sis sure has her hands full.
Had another entirely sleepless night. Must be stress. I did dream in one of my moments of sleep yesterday that they found a whole bunch more survivors under the WTC.
I really like that you made, but did not
necessarily eat all that, Sugar. And let's get real, Wabbit, you
bought but did not necessarily eat all those things at the rodeo.
Call it plausible deniability.
Well, take care and tata
Kiwi