Lunch Break

If you can call it a lunch break, I got one today. I went home to meet my grandfather and his wife. Watching my 87 year old grandfather back the RV into the area behind my garage...missing the telephone and tv wires and the 3-foot high pole that protects where some lines go underground. I held my breath, ignored his wife's comments, and survived the hour.

I'm picking up a pizza on my way home and I can't wait since I didn't have lunch. I just choked down a few baby carrots and I think my nose is starting to twitch. I've already been eating a lot of *gasp* lettuce. Stupid diet. I'm going whole hog off of my diet this weekend. I'm telling ya, eggs Benedict on Saturday, Denny's Grand Slam on Sunday...mmm, breakfast.

This is only the second diet I've ever really been on (same diet, just two years ago when I was getting chunky -- stupid age). Although I've lost some weight, I still have about 15 pounds to go. But, this weekend doesn't count. Chips and dip here I come!