I'm glad you guys feel healthy.
I feel uncomfortably fat and disgusting. Not cute whatsoever. HOWEVER.
I received the news that a man who saw me the other day thinks I'm "woah" - just his type. Only problem is he is a 50-something, greasy, nasty slob and confirmed bachelor. I believe he still lives with his mother. I don't know if I should be flattered or thoroughly grossed out. Judging by the look on my husband's face when he gave me the news i.e.:
, I'll go for the latter. ??? The guy actually had the nerve to walk into my husband's office, look at the framed photo(!) of the two of us on his desk, and ask about his hot girlfriend. (My husband does indeed wear a wedding ring. I don't know where this mistress business is coming from.) Better the mistress than the ol' ball and chain, I suppose.
ANYWHO.
Now I feel creepy all over and a little sick to my stomach. Life has gone downhill since the compliments started coming from the likes of this guy and the old school janitor.
I think it's time for a Green Tea detox just like the old days .