Apparently PJ did not eat enough of the homemade bread. I lost 2.2 pounds and his weight stayed the same.
Hate it for him. (BWAH ha ha ha ha)
And Virginia, frosting on a spoon DOES equal zero points if you eat it standing up or if no one sees you eat it. "No one" includes the dog.
Guess who scored lots of cute clothes at TJ Maxx this morning? That NEVER happens to me. NEVER. And we won't even talk about the bathing suit search. I think I will be sporting a muumuu or a nice long t-shirt the entire beach trip. I don't care, though, because I won't be at work. And that? That's worth more than my weight in gold. More than my weight last week even...before I ate the magic bread.
Don't ask me why this font is different than all of my other posts. I don't know. Just go with it. (I realize it's appearing more and more like I don't know what I'm doing. Just ignore that perception.)
PJ is headed to see his parents this afternoon and will be back tomorrow. I am about to head over to SisTV to see what kind of trouble I can get in or what inspiration I can find. Or maybe I will read. Or maybe I will join Clover who is napping after an exhausting morning at the groomer. (I'm overwhelmed with possibilities now that Aunt Flo has left. I'm much happier without her cramping my style. No pun intended.) Cowboy isn't napping yet because he is occupied with trying to remove the gay bandanna from around his neck.