Holy Crap, I'm 38!
Jul. 22nd, 2007 09:42 am...and you know what?
I don't feel it. At all. *g*
HP book--good!
Day so far--good!
And my body has already given me it's birthday present in the notice that the nice, shiny size 18 pants I bought are likely to be loose very soon--got one pair on right now that're hip huggers, very slightly tight in the arse, but already loose in the waistline. O.o
...I just got these!!!
But, it's good. Because it means I'm still losing weight. Yay!
I don't feel it. At all. *g*
HP book--good!
Day so far--good!
And my body has already given me it's birthday present in the notice that the nice, shiny size 18 pants I bought are likely to be loose very soon--got one pair on right now that're hip huggers, very slightly tight in the arse, but already loose in the waistline. O.o
...I just got these!!!
But, it's good. Because it means I'm still losing weight. Yay!
LOL on myself!
Jul. 21st, 2007 10:35 amSo, I hauled ass out of bed to go and get coffee and creamer and to spend my birthday money from Dad.
And LO! There was a display of Deathly Hollows books, and yet there were still copies sitting there.
And I did pick one up, and I did go shopping for new clothes and plant food and me food and laundry soap and new, soft bedsheets.
And I did go to the check out. And I did check out.
And I found that the book was, yeah and verily, seventeen dollars more than I had.
And I pondered this quandry.
And pondered again.
And decided that, hey, dammit, I'd rather be able to walk out the door without my jeans falling off than already have the book.
And so thus the book was returned to the display. And I left.
At least until the birthday check from Grandma shows. *g*
And LO! There was a display of Deathly Hollows books, and yet there were still copies sitting there.
And I did pick one up, and I did go shopping for new clothes and plant food and me food and laundry soap and new, soft bedsheets.
And I did go to the check out. And I did check out.
And I found that the book was, yeah and verily, seventeen dollars more than I had.
And I pondered this quandry.
And pondered again.
And decided that, hey, dammit, I'd rather be able to walk out the door without my jeans falling off than already have the book.
And so thus the book was returned to the display. And I left.
At least until the birthday check from Grandma shows. *g*