Boy my husband must reeeeeeeeaaaallly want to get laid tomorrow (pudd'n is at grandma's).
He actually said that it looks like I'm losing weight.
BUH HA HA HA HAHA!!!
Um, no.
If anything aunt Flo is getting ready to make an appearance and I'm bloated seven ways to sunday. Nothing fits and I can't stand to look at myself.
It does not help that I'm shoveling food in my face with all the holiday crap that is going on.
Speaking of which, guess I'd better get that batch of cookies out of the oven.