I thought I had some milling about. Oh, wait, that’s usually ME milling about. Yes, I forgot. But, I do think it would be nice to have at least one servant to help me (whinge whinge whine here) pack for my trip home to see my mom. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m going to pack. I’ve gone through six pairs of socks in the last week (blown the heels right outta them) and my underwear seems to have suspiciously reduced itself to 8 pairs. I suppose there may be more in the box in the corner I have yet to unpack. And maybe more in the box in the garage that’s way up high beyond my reach. Either way, I have very little in the way of wearable in public type clothing anymore. I have one pair of capris that don’t fall off me right away when I put them on. I have three shirts that are serviceable. And one pair of pants I just reclaimed and decided I love above all other pieces of clothing.
Losing weight is great, but not when it comes to needing clothes. I just don’t fit into anything at this point and I sorta need to.
Anyhow, that’s just my way of procrastinating on my packing and unpacking that must be finished by 09:00 tomorrow morning. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
In other hysterical news, I ate 3.75 ounces of caramel creams and am now ready to puke. (See, I was thinking they’d help me fit into my “fat” pants. No such luck.)
I try. I really do.