No, not overweight luggage, which is painful enough with the escalating airline costs for baggage, carry-on or otherwise.
I mean pounds on my body! It's the delicious bread they serve even before dinner arrives, and the tempting, delectable desserts that they foist on you afterwards. It is only polite to partake (particularly on your birthday).
Not my fault.
I shouldn't have bought that stupid scale.
I think it must have been on sale.
But there it sits on my bathroom floor.
I can't ignore it anymore.
First I take off all my clothes.
Then I get on.....all ten toes.
OMG! This can't be right.
Must be the salty food last night.
Or else this lying scale is busted.
I'll take it back, it can’t be trusted!
I’ll give it away, it’ll be a mitzvah.
I’m really hungry...
let’s get some pizza.
One Pound, Two Pounds
This weight gain
is killing me.
My pants are tight.
My blouse won’t button.
I really must stop
being a glutton.
But that’s okay,
because it’s Sunday.
We all know diets
start on Monday!