That’s me about to explode. Or maybe it’s me constipated. Who knows?
It’s that time again. We’ve got our work cut out for us here. Gotta take Lani to the Newark airport and not be too depressed about it. Gotta face what we gotta face here. And we gotta start work.
Plus, stop going out for every meal. Even though we take turns with picking up the bill none of us can really afford it. So we’re going to start limiting out trips. Not that we want to cook, but there are great grocery stores here where we can buy anything we want, so no cooking is necessary and it’s still cheaper than going out.
So that’s our plan. I’ve been eating any damned thing I want (not gorging, though) and my clothes are still loose so I guess I don’t need to worry.
What’s on your agenda, my dears?