Auggie and I are off to my brother’s house for the night, to hang out with his three kids while he and my sister-in-law enjoy an evening of adult conversation. Lucky them.
Ah-ha, but it is I who am the lucky one! (Man, does that sentence read as awkwardly as it was to type? What about that one?) Their kids rock. We’re going to have some fun.
Things are continuing apace with the new “lifestyle program” (heretofore referenced as The Program, but not in any way affiliated with Bob Greene of Oprah fame. I mean, I did read Make the Connection a few years ago [see past references to my yin for self-help books], but, anyway. Where was I?). Tim has already lost four pounds. I refuse to weigh myself more than once a week, so I have no idea.
I am going to totally hate Tim by the end of this, aren’t I? I just need to deal with the fact that men lose weight faster than women. Is it fair? No. Is it another way The Man is keeping me down? You know it, sister.
This is not a contest. This is not a contest…
It’s actually really nice to have Tim doing this with me. We’re in it together, figuring out what to eat when, how much, etc. It could be worse, I suppose. He could be one of those people who can eat anything they want and never gain weight. (If you are one of those people, please eat some frozen custard for me. I’m afraid for the Ted Drewes’ bottom line now that Tim and I are no longer indulging.)
Oh! Thanks to one of our unbelievably nice and well-connected friends, we have tickets to both Cards playoff games this weekend! So if you’re feeling bored Saturday evening, turn on FOX and look for us behind third base. (Like four rows behind third base, woo hoo!)
I’ll be the dork in the Jim Edmonds jersey, yapping on my cell phone and trying to keep Auggie from running out onto the field.