“Telling it all” in anonymity makes me brave with what I’m willing to share. It helps keep my attitude good in “real” life, and I don’t have to ::smack:: those who deserve it.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Telling It All About Trucks and Bellies…

This weekend, my car was stolen.   Actually, it was taken by my hoary-headed husband, who left me his old pick-um-up truck, which has no air conditioning and a squealing back tire.    Fat Chicks need air conditioning.   We don't need the attention that comes with (very) noisy tires.  The thing that bothered me most, though, is the fact that with as far back as the seat would go, unless I sat up really straight, my belly still touched the steering wheel.    Really, really time for a diet.  Just like last Monday, and the Monday before that.   Somebody wish me luck.  Better yet, send a prayer up for me.


upinthecosmos said...

I'm with ya... I need to start myself! I always have some excuse to put if off til tomorrow though & tomorrow never seems to come... yet time flies... how does that work??? Stop in & read Defected Mansion

That corgi :) said...

I think it is time for hubby to get a vehicle with air conditioning!!