I have made a lot of new bestest friends lately, the burgandy blanket, the donkey and rooster, the train, a broken down shed and the stranger...
however...
I have a new bathroom scale. It is kinda sorta my new bestest friend because it keeps showing me lower numbers. Lower numbers on a bathroom scale can only be good news in my world! However, on the down side of that, the scale works FAST. I don't like that. I NEED time to take in a deep breath for fear of what the numbers might read and suck in my tummy...that somehow in my mind makes me weigh less...BEFORE the numbers start making their way to my current weight.
What is with that!?
I don't want to put conditions on our relationship so I will find a way to cope with the speed. Maybe I could suck my tummy in before stepping on the scale. Maybe I could focus on my cute toes with the pink polish and pretend the numbers aren't there yet...
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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