Very strenuous day, how 'bout you? My assignment was to buy 8 pairs of stretch pants (underwear) at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart, to me, epitomizes unpleasantness. Please don't throw spoiled eggs, but Wal-Mart is the antithesis of everything I hold dear to my heart. Except the clerk who helped me was lovely.

Okay, so you can see I'm in a great mood today. The highlight is that CDW finally did pick me out of the litter. Well, first she mentioned the child Mary thought I was. But I wasn't. I didn't count that one since CDW was influenced. So then CDW decided maybe she should branch out from examining the faces of only girls who had short hair. That was a good slick move because even though I sport short hair now lo, these many years, as a child I had hair all down my back. Problem solved. We are both convinced that if she had only entertained children with long hair, that she would have found me instantly. CDW pointed out, to be sure I would know who she was talking about, that the bangs were swept across the forehead to the side, kinda piece-y. That interested me, never noticed in so many words before. I like it, maybe I should take picture in to hairdresser and say, Do this. Of course, I should make her find me first.

My sister texted me today that she has lost a few pounds. I said, How did you do it? She said, Not by eating pancakes cooked in bacon grease. That was disappointing to hear. Maybe she's doing it by stirring half 'n half into her hot chocolate.

KEM is on the verge.

KEM