Soo……………..yesterday morning, I walked upstairs to the bathroom to do my daily morning “weigh-in” annnd where the scale SHOULD BE was this, instead:
Apparently, my scale went on an extended vacation.
(All expenses paid, courtesy of Tim)
(Mostly related: Doesn’t Tim have awesome handwriting?)
Obviously, Tim decided to take matters into his own hands and from now until March, I will have zero clue as to how much I’ve gained or not gained, which is
kind of extremely scary but at the same time?
(and I never thought I’d actually say that when it came to the scale, my love to hate you BFF)
It’s like that little mean devil is no longer sitting in my bathroom, taunting me.
It disappeared without my knowledge.
Granted, I may be cursing everything under the clear blue sky come February after gaining who knows how much weight…
I might actually just learn how to live my life sans scale. Wouldn’t THAT be something?
I think so.
And so did about a million people on Facebook:
(Ok, not a million, but I don’t even think that many people liked the fact that I was preggo with the sprout. Just sayin)
Speaking of Facebook…could you go pretty, pretty please go vote for my sign on Atlanta Track Club’s page (Jessica B) – “Your runners high? It’s probably not coming…”? Puuhhllease?
Remember when I had that awesome week last week and found out that my sign, “Your runners high? It’s probably not coming…” would be somewhere along the race course during the Atlanta Marathon? Well, it was and now is your time to vote to say that mine is your favorite!
And even if you like another sign better than mine...you really shouldn’t admit that and still vote for me. I mean, WE’VE GOT HISTORY. You just don’t diss someone like that. It’s like you cheering for a school other than your alma mater. Or saying you like someone else’s apple pie better than your grandma’s.
AND NO ONE HAS BETTER PIE THAN GRANDMA.
Happy Friday, friends! Tomorrow is YAY! HAIRCUT! day. I added some new hairstyle pictures to Pintrest. If you haven’t weighed in on your favorite…now is the time! And Tim has a hairstyle folder now, too!
It’s a family affair.