Yesterday when my dad showed up to take me to the doctor he said in a grave voice, "I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but it doesn't look like the diet's working. Randi looks bigger....quite a bit bigger." I would have tried to cover her ears, but that would have caused muscle spasms so I crooned, "Oh Randi, he just called you fat." No dummy, my dad responded, "No, no I didn't. I just said she looks bigger." I think he's right. I think Randi is bigger, but I'm not sure what else to do about it.
In other weight news, I did a major rookie move at the doctor's yesterday. I got on the scale and it showed quite a bit heavier. I said, "That's not right! Not right." The nurse didn't really care. Then I realized I had weighed myself wearing my purse, shoes, and heavy coat! I was kind of loopie so I asked if I could weight my purse to see how much I really weighed. The nurse was said no, I could take off my purse and re-weigh myself, but that seemed like a lot of work so I opted to imagine my purse weighed 8 pounds.
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| Randi as a bolster pillow Saturday night. |
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| Shila in her I'm most comfortable position |
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| Side view of the most comfortable position |
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| What I was cleaning up when I hurt myself |
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| I don't know how this dog could be any cuter |
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| Proof that everyone was discombobled Sunday because normally Jessica is not a dog magnet. |
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| How my dad did dishes yesterday |
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