What a morning! I was so frustrated with my computer. I think I was trying to do too many things on it at the same time and it went on overload. In the meantime, while I was trying to fix the problem, my husband received an important call. He wasn't in the house so I looked out all the doors and windows into the yard. No sign of him. I walked out into the garage in my stocking feet and saw him standing at the end of our long driveway. I yelled....and yelled..., but no response. I stepped out of the garage into wet gravel...in my stocking feet...and yelled some more. Finally got his attention. When he left in response to the phone call, as I was still fighting my computer, the dog threw a fit to go out. She was out for only a few minutes when she wanted back in through another door. I let her in and she ran right back to the door where I had let her out. I didn't know whether to kick my hubby or the dog. Hubby wasn't here and I regained my sanity before I kicked the dog. Gave up temporarily on the computer.
I felt like I wanted to go to bed and wake up another day, but I had to go to my weekly Weight Watcher's meeting. That's a whole other story. I knew I wouldn't like what I saw on the weigh-in scale so I put on the lightest weight pants in my closet. Then I weighed four of my tops on my postage scale to find out which one was the lightest. By then I was really grasping at straws. I took off my bra and put on a sweater over my light weight top, thinking no one would notice that I wasn't wearing a bra if I had the sweater off only during weigh-in.
I took off my sweater, my watch, cleaned the lint out of my navel (Scratch that last part. A slight exaggeration) and hopped onto the scale. It showed I had gained 6/10th of a pound.
Hey, it could have been worse if I had been wearing a bra!
It's a good thing I wasn't drinking anything when I read you post. I was laughing so hard it would have spewed everywhere!!
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