WOO HOO. Lost 4.5 pounds this week. I've lost 20.5 pounds altogether. My pants were falling off as I went up to get my gold star. Felt like I was going through security at the airport...
Rode 18 miles this morning for a total of 2,347 from home.
We are going to Cheddar's down near the airport to east at Loni's suggestion, with the Moffat's, then to see "Charlie St. Cloud".
Monday I go to the doctor to see about getting my little pinky toes cut off.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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Please don't get your toes cut off. Just the knuckles first and go from there. I love your little toes and the rest of you. Of Course if you were in a train accident i would recognize your body the one with no pink toes and a mole you know where!!!
For those of you reading this, "you know where" means on my butt. That's all. And I'm getting pins in my piggies, to straighten them out. I'll blog about it.
Aw man, you guys! I love you. I'm glad you love each other. But can we please refrain from talking about moles "you know where" on the internet where your innocent little niece is reading? Please? Gross.
No, Jess, we can't stop talking about them. It's that or boils. Pick one. I mean, choose one.
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