You're not hearing much from me because I am nearing the end of my contract year again and, as always, I am way behind. Also? The children keep asking for things like food and clean clothes. Pesky little people, they are...
the Christmas sleds up in the attic (while proclaiming loudly, "I guess we won't be needing these this year!") in a pathetic attempt to trick the weather fates.
And? I'm back to Weight Watchers. Why? Because I kept gaining weight. I'm pretty sure that all the chocolates and cookies that have been infiltrating my abode have something to do with that. Although, as Larry doesn't mind pointing out, I don't HAVE to eat them.
He's wrong. I DO have to eat them. That's precisely the problem. Men don't understand ANYTHING.
I have a pesky cough which I am pretty sure is a sign of something deadly. Please, Lord, don't let me be an overweight corpse. Give me a few months.
Larry won't understand THAT, either. Are men more well-adjusted than women? Discuss.
[Sled image: Sled Warehouse]