Song: La la la la la la, la la la la la

Dream scribble: I have a crazy husband who is trying to kill me. I call the police and they help me get out of the house, where my husband has gone coo coo for cocoa puffs and is coming after me with a knife. I jump into a police van, next to a policewoman. I duck as shots are fired and we are outta there. We end up in a department store (I even know the streets! On the corner of 150th and Northern Blvd. But there is no dept. store in real life) Psycho hubby is still after me and I call 911 as I’m flying away from him. Yup, I’m flying in my dreams again. Only it’s a struggled flight where I have to try real hard to stay in the air, out of his grubby hands. I explain my plight to the 911 operator and I get a disinterested response. So I call my local precinct and they don’t sound very excited about my situation either. Somehow I find out that everyone is in on it with my hubby, including the cops!

I’m having trouble losing these damn 10 pounds. It’s understandable that you will gain weight after quitting smoking but come on, it’s been nearly a year! I now understand why people complain about not being able to “lose those last 10 pounds!” It’s true. It’s impossible!

Cigarettes are what kept me from ballooning into Big Girl Key instead of Lil Girl Key. Now I don’t have that nice lil barrier between me and fat-ness. God help me.

I eat like the Cookie Monster. I don’t have a big appetite, just a sweet tooth. Maybe, “sweet teeth” is more appropriate.

Does that mean I can’t have this bowl of Dulce De Leche ice cream now?

I have been real bad about announcing birthdays lately so my apologies go to Raven, Joc, Danny & Donny. I did it on purpose cuz I know you guys didn’t want yet another person reminding you that you were another year older. *grin*

New links are up. My crush Soo and Ms. Delish El.

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