Actually it could possibly be 2 weeks. I don't know. No end in sight, though, and we are UNO-ed out. I don't know how Noah survived in that ark for 40 days. Oh, wait, yes I do - there weren't any kids on it.
Plus, this weather is seriously screwing with my diet plans. It's easy to munch happily on salad and fresh fruit and sorbets all the livelong day when the weather is nice and warm. But these cold rainy days have me yearning for steaming mugs of cocoa and toasty grilled cheese sandwiches and such. I did manage to lose 3 pounds this week, but only by starving. I kept having those stupid dieting nightmares where I dream I'm eating a whole bunch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and then I realize I've ruined my diet and I cry.
Everyone does that, right? Or is it just me?
I keep thinking of that stupid joke we told as kids:
1st guy: Last night I had this weird dream that I ate a humongous marshmallow.
2nd guy: So?
1st guy: When I woke up this morning, my pillow was gone!
I wouldn't be surprised to wake up one morning and find both my pillows gone.
Thought of this song because of my post title...some people age very well, don't you think so?