In the New Year many people make resolutions to go on diets and lose weight - 10, 15, 20 pounds. As an act of solidarity, I thought I would examine my own waistline for a moment.
Let's see....
January 10:
And January 25:
Hmmm... Do you see anything different?
Mom thinks she does, and in fact
she is 51% sure of it.
Of course that leaves another 49% in doubt, but.... what do you think?
My mom is so mean.
Yesterday, she made the dough for some cookie dough and baked only enough for dad and her to have as a snack! And then she saved the rest!
Then today she did it again - only made enough for the day and put the rest of the dough back. What about me?
I am staving.
I NEVER get fed anything - not food, or treats, or anything yummy.
Well, two seconds ago she and dad left the apartment to do the laundry. There are 6 cookies cooling on the rack.
I think I can reach them if I try really really hard. They are pretty far back on the kitchen table but should I go for it?
Yeah... I think I will...
snarf. munch. snuffle. gulp. yuuuuuuuummmmmmm....
ooey gooey goodness.
I could only reach three, and they were kinda small.. but it was worth--
OH!!!!!
They back!!!!!!
Ice cream... vanilla.
My Mom.
My Dad.
smelly, dirty park balls.
'nuggling.
Ice cream.
My chilly dog bed.
When my mom and dad come home from work.
The park before 9am.
Danan.
Belly wubs.
Tubby wubs.
Sitting on my mom's lap while she works.
Ice cream.
