First, random pics of my puppies, Lilly:
And Misty (she *hates* paparazzi):
Don helped one of his life-long friends move into a new house and set up their internet, so they in turn gave us some patio furniture and gazebo they no longer used. I will never be able to re-create what I have at Wiley's, but until I can get Don back to Texas, this is the beginning of the "Texas Zombie Spa" in my backyard:
This is my view every morning when I have my coffee outside under my new-to-me gazebo on the other side of my house:
The down-sizing part, well, that is me. I went to the store the other day and figured, "Hey, I am having an okay day, I think I will try on jeans." I went and got three sizes, starting from my biggest to what I can get into kinda to what I can't at all. Well, first size, I swam in completely. Okay, that was a fluke...on to the next size down. Um, still too big...*way* too big. Am I on "Candid Camera"? Third size down. One leg in...next leg...Holy mierda! *Too big*. Slowly, carefully, I went over to the jeans and got another size down. As I stood in the changing room, I stared at those jeans, knowing that the gods of denim were screwing with me. I put them on...and they fit. Oh...my...gosh...they fit. I am wearing a size I haven't worn in 7 years. I looked in those nasty evil, vile fish-eye changing room mirrors and *liked* what I saw. I dern near passed out. Needless to say, I bought two pairs and promptly threw out my bigger sizes. I won't get bigger this time, and I am not saving jeans that are comfortable. Comfortable leads to fatter, and I ain't a-gonna to Fatland no more!!!
Thank God for Weight Watchers! MILF status...here I come lol!!!
Peace, Love and (I can fit into a size what???) Zombies \IiiI