OMG, if I go to one more party and stuff my face and drink far too much of whatever is being offered, I am going to be a blimp by 2006. Seriously. And going around the block with Murphy (whom I almost, sort of, in a very limited way, even kind of like these days now that he's no longer peeing on the floor every five seconds) is not going to make much of a dent in my blimpdom. Nor is the once-a-week spinning class I've actually been making it to regularly.
My only hope is turning around my gluttonous ways before it is too late and my humps (got no lovely lady lumps, double A you know) no longer fit through doorways. Because if I don't, I will quickly become a housebound freak the likes of which hasn't been seen since Marlon Brando.
So I guess it comes down to this: I can either get the whole eating/drinking/working out thing under control now, or get started on growing my toenails. (It was Marlon Brando that had that weird toenail thing, wasn't it?)
weird toenail thing was howard hughs. marlon had a whole other bag of oddities.
Posted by: julie | December 15, 2005 at 02:22 PM