I'm contemplating what to eat for supper.
I wish I had lost 5 pounds (or more, but hey, let's be realistic) for the wedding. My dress fits, I just wish it were looser. Then people would say, "Sarah's mom has just worked herself to the bone."
Not that they would say that. Because I'm way more than 5 pounds away from 'to the bone.' But I can dream, can't I?
I'm eating a small helping of Les' homemade apricot cobbler while I think of what to eat and wish that I had lost weight.
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