When I'm not working, I spend a lot of time daydreaming about when he comes home. Ok, I daydream about it even when I am working.
That might explain a lot.
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| Deadlines are such pesky little things. I'll tend to them later. |
After hanging up the phone, I had a terrible realization. You see, I have been carrying on a sordid affair with chocolate since Mr. Vagabond left at the beginning of January.
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| Just one taste. Maybe two. |
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| Hot-Cha-Cha! |
What to do, what to do.
At first, I thought what any reasonable person whose nightstand is covered with Twix wrappers might think. I need to go on a diet, and I will start exercising.
Ok, maybe tomorrow.
I have the best ideas when I falling asleep. Unfortunately, the cold light of morning exposes a harsh reality. Would I really exercise?
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| This looks fun! |
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| Um, fun? |
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| Just like jail, but with more activity and worse food. |
I'd exhausted all my ideas for physical activity, but I wasn't licked quite yet.
I thought about buying a super hot corset. Mr. Vagabond would LOVE that.
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| Look at that tiny waist (And pay no attention to the squooshies coming out the top and bottom). |
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| What the... |
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| How does this thing WORK? |
Fine. The corset is a no-go. Even if I could find a way to get the thing on, Mr. Vagabond is not known for his patience.
I'm running out of ideas, here.
I have two weeks to shed the plumpage I've gained since January 4, and I need some inspiration.
Right after I finish this cherry danish.
Pfft! Like Mr. Vagabond will care about a couple of pounds. You married a MAN, sis. The genuine type. ;)
ReplyDeleteThat said, counting calories is the only thing that's ever worked for me. That, and walking. But not both. Let's not go CRAZY now.
Muah!
Adam
LOL! Oh, Carole, this one's a winner. I chortled from start to finish. (Okay, maybe the fact that I was simultaneously stuffing myself with an "everything" bagel sandwich made this somehow more relevant to my funny bone...) ;D
ReplyDeleteAnd of course, the vintage pics are to die for. I've saved them. I'm going to send the first one to my hubby (presently slaving away at the office) just to let him know how hard at work I am on that pile of laundry he dumped on the couch yesterday. (While I sat nearby tackling my Facebook updates.)
Mr. Vagabond wouldn't say a word. I just have this serious guilty conscience about "The Chocolate Affair." Counting calories, 'eh? I wonder how many calories are in an everything bagel sandwich, because that sounds really, really yummy!
ReplyDeleteAt risk of spoiling the yumminess effect, I refuse to count. Better to do 'spa' time after the crime...(the 'better to ask forgiveness than permission' mentality). ;)
ReplyDeleteI really loved this post, and the pictures were priceless!
ReplyDeleteIf I could lose half a pound every time I told myself it was time to start exercising, I'd be seriously underweight by now. :-)
Thanks! And I am right there with you. Too bad it's not the thought that counts! LOL!
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