I got home from work today, and corralled the dogs. They were so happy to see me, jumping and frolicking around my feet. It was cute until I fell down. Which means the dogs think I'm playing. I made it into the house and dusted myself off. I hurried to get dinner ready for the kids (spaghetti!), when Ashton & Ethan wandered in. I had my back to them as I stirred the noodles, when all of a sudden - I heard Ethan start chattering excitedly: "A CLUE A CLUE!!!!" "A clue??" I asked him, "You see a clue?! Where is it?" Actually, I had glanced at the TV to see if Blue's Clues was on, because I was going to change it real fast. That show drives me up the wall. "ON YOUR BOTTOM!" he yelled excitedly - as he ran for some paper to draw the clue. I turned and looked, and yup... square on my ass is a perfect paw print. Oh. Ha ha ha . I brushed it off, and decided to play along. Heck - it was keeping him busy. Ashton decided to help him with drawing the clue - which was my butt - and let me tell you... this is where my weight anxiety has blossomed.
Apparently - my children think I'm a walking talking Bartlett Pear. I was afraid to ask them if they knew what the clue meant (but then again - I think I figured it out....)
So now I'm trying to figure out ways to drop some ballast quickly... and I really have no
Funny! I got told I had a hippo ass tonight. By my loving husband, who also told me my dinner sucked. I have been working out for over a month and still can't tell a difference in the way my jeans fit and I haven't lost a pound!