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.
2 comments:
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
I think it is time for hubby to get a vehicle with air conditioning!!
betty
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