I've been a little piggy

Damn, but have I been overeating lately. M and I went to the grocery store and hadn't eaten anything, and he offered to buy us both a Krispy Kreme. Against my better judgment (not just because they're fattening -- it was late in the day, and old donuts are gross), I had one. Sure enough, gross. And now every time I belch, I can taste it, and I've got a bad case of the guilts. I am Catholic, after all... We went out to dinner last night at one of our favorite restaurants, and we totally overindulged at the all-you-can-eat salad and soup bar. Sooooo good. I weighed myself this morning, and I'm up six pounds. Six! Not a ton of weight, but it looks it when you're only 4'11". Tonight I think we will have the Shaws chicken sausages we just boughtcooked on the grill. M is cutting the lawn as we speak, so maybe I should start cooking. I recently cooked on the grill for the first time. Go me!

Other big news: We bought a queen-size eyelet lace bedskirt today at this store. While I was looking at the bedskirts, M was shifting from foot to foot and at one point asked me where I was keeping his balls. He gets so damn impatient in the stores. Why do I even take him? Oh, because he freaks out if I go out and don't tell him where I'm going. Men!