Well Isn't This Just Great?!?

I told Dion that it is his job to tell me when I turn into a fat cow and cannot wear the clothes that fit last year. Guess what didn't fit this past weekend? Ugh, was I mad mad mad, but that quickly faded away with each beer that I drank. Lite beer, for the record. Now I have to figure out how to lose a few, dang it. That's hard to do when you have a love affair with sweets. Mmmm. Sweets. There's another pound. More to come.....