I have been busy running back and forth between Denver yesterday. Better news? I’ll be at it for the next three days. Oh the joy. Three more days of making faces at people who try to drive with their ear crooked to their necks, trying to hold their cell phones in place with their jowls.
I passed one guy driving erratically yesterday. He was eating and talking on a cell phone. At the same time. I kept waiting for him to accidentally ingest his ATT and try dialing his french fries with his tongue.
My Scale Done Broke.
My scale made a funny noise the other day. And then it started telling me that I’d lost 20 pounds in less than 14 hours. I was exacerbated. I knew it was a damned liar. That, or vanity weights were starting to kick in for laughs (on behalf of the scale and the little Frenchman who lives inside of it). Mon Dieu! Darn you, Jacques!
Scales are assembled in factory with about 4 separate ADC’s to keep the separate weight levels more accurate. I must have worn mine out. Everyone else still weighs properly. I went and purchased a new scale today.
I freaked out at TOPS, though. I walked in the door, worried that the scale was so ill-informed at my house that I was going to be disappointed at the real weigh-in. As luck would have it, I’m down 3 more pounds. It seems that I was just at 50 pounds lost, and now I’m already past 60.
I’ll take it.
More recipes coming.
Along with the shuttling, we have skiers, friends, spring break and therapy sessions for kids. When I have time, I am going to share some new things I’m putting together.
The behinder I get…
Thank you for all of the amazing and wonderful comments you are sending to me! I am more swamped than a two-nosed deodorant tester, but I want you to know that I read every single comment that you send, and I appreciate each and every one! Thank you so much!
If you’ve asked a question, I will do my best to get them answered this week.
I am very fortunate to have you, and I am the most blessed person.
You’re tastier than McDonald’s French fries, and even though that sounds like I lick people, I don’t. Generally. Unless you smell like Cheetos. Which could then equate to foot scent issues.
So scratch that.
Well, not that. Your mother would be displeased.