Today I walked all the way to the city, checked on boat (ice chunks on it...now gone) and then ended up in my fav bar. Ok, maybe not so good caloriewise but fun!
Tonight I baked. Thought was to always have something at home when people visit. Ate three. So shoot me, but I can yet again get into my pants. The ones I bought recently (haha, recently for me is like 6 months ago).
The dream of looking like a greyhound will never be me, since I, when I feel like I have lost, I slack. Besides, getting a wee bit older, who wants to look wrinkly?
2 comments:
only 3 sounds pretty good to me. They wouldnt last long around here!
Come visit next week and you'll get to taste!
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