After eating two of my son-in-law's chocolate-syrup-topped brownies and two scoops of vanilla ice cream for dessert last night, I seem to have gained a pound. Usually I weigh about 151 in the morning. Maybe I'm still mourning the "theft" of those four pieces of California brittle.
A rather foolish use of energy, given all of the losses being experienced these days by the Earth and its inhabitants. Today, for example, is the 1,311th day of CHEENIE's war (let's say, in the interest of accuracy—that is, not boy Bush's war), with 2,787 U.S. deaths so far in Iraq*, which had essentially nothing to do with the events of 9/11/2001...and no weapons of mass destruction either.
Lost candy doesn't much signify.
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* ...according to Parenthetically Speaking...
Oh, my GOD, I want one -- or half a dozen -- of those brownies. They sound practically -- can I say that here? -- orgasmic. Don't even think of them in terms of pounds. I always gain weight on vacation. Actually, I've been eating everything in sight all day long. If I'm not careful, I'm going to top out at 110 soon. LOL.
ReplyDeleteThis evening, Serena—our last night in California this trip—I had some more of those brownies and ice cream. I know, I know, you didn't want to hear any more about them! I may have gained another pound by now, but tomorrow it'll be back to my usual regimen. (Actually, I tried to go back to it this evening. I finished the main course and was ready to call quits to eating for the night, but a half-hour later my son-in-law offered, and I couldn't refuse such a kind offer, could I?)
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