Not that you have any. But if you do, pass it this way. NOT TO ME! NOT TO ME! Sheesh, let's not get confused people. I've got an overabundance just now, can't seem to part with it.
Send it to Little One.
Tomorrow is Her big weigh-in to see if all the bacon fat and syrup and deep-fried you-name-it has paid off. I really, really hope so because I can only stand so much more of this. And because the alternatives are not looking fun.
But I'm feeling very optimistic. Personally, I think She's feeling lots heavier to tote up and down the stairs. Now it just remains to be seen whether that's because She actually IS heavier, or because..well...because I am. Hmm.
At any rate, I'm requesting that you all keep Little One in mind tomorrow, and send heavy, thigh-dimpling thoughts Her way!
*Just make sure, as I said, that you aim right. Any stray dimples land on me I will find and crush the perpetrator. Seriously, if I step on you right now you would crumple. Be warned.
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