The Fluff War

There is a fluff war going on in my house and I’m not sure if I’m winning.

I took a look at the old decrepit scale the husband always complains about and decided that we needed a new one of the digital, easy to read variety. I would be putting you on if I said that I wasn’t a little apprehensive about what number was going to appear…I knew the old one had been lying to me, I just didn’t know how deceitful it had been. I thought surely it couldn’t be more than a mere 3 or 4 pound difference…..yeah, right. What if I tell you that my shiny, new scale has informed me that my weight was underestimated by a whopping TEN pounds!

T-E-N!!!

Well shit.

It’s at moments like this when you’ve got to stop and ask yourself if the truth was really worth it. Is honestly really the best policy?

In the long run I suppose it is. You can’t get where you’re going unless you know where you’re coming from.

But...geez louise.

Fluffy

I don’t think I can avoid the truth any longer.

I wanted to deny it but my too tight pants threatened me with a public split of monstrous proportions if I didn’t come clean. So here are the cold, hard facts.

I have gotten fluffy.

Geez. There…I said it!

I wish realizations of truth such as this were gifted by removal of said wobbly bits but alas, my wobbly bits are still…wobbly.

Sigh.

Nothing to be done now but to get on with it.

Pass me the sneakers and watch the fluff go poof.

Fake It Til You Make It

I’ll go ahead and state the obvious.

It’s been a long time since I last wrote. There are a lot of reasons, chief among them was that my heart just hasn’t been in it. This is literally the first time I’ve picked up my lap top in over a month. Then the damn thing wouldn’t start up. I think it was holding a grudge…angry at feeling neglected.

Not that I blame it. I haven’t blogged, I haven’t written any movie reviews…nothing. It’s as if all interest in writing has been sucked out of me…which you should know is, for lack of a better term…really weird. But in my defense, I’ve not had anything interesting at all to write about. My life as of late has been one big HO HUM and who wants to read about that? But at your urging, I promise to buckle down and give it the old college try.

What’s the phrase?

Fake it ‘til you make it.

Well honey, I can fake it all day long. Pass me the tuna sandwich please, I’ll have what she’s having.