- I haven't seen a church sign yet this season that says:
- My 10 p.m. determination to go to early-morning exercise class seems to have vanished by 5 a.m.
- At 7 a.m. I realized that if I were to get up and WEIGH at 5 a.m., I would probably find new resolve.
- If common sense is in such short supply these days, shouldn't we re-name it?
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I will not weigh myself tomorrow morning because today I ate Satan's cookies. . .that is what I will call them if ever I am sinful enough to make them. They are basically Oreo Cream Cheese Balls Dipped In Chocolate. . .no even kiddin'.
Very, very, very good.
Very, very, very bad.
And that should be "not even kiddin'." I fear that sugar poisoning had taken over.
And that should be HAS taken over. . .(she says as she runs screaming from the computer.)
Roxanne...
They are called "Dirty Snowballs" and I just finished making a batch for my co-workers. (Denise, I also sent the recipe out on my hated chain e-mail.) Does that make me SATAN or, as church lady would say, SANTA? Hmmmm....
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