Yesterday, when I was sucking in my gut in order to do up my shorts, I decided that something drastic has to be done. I complained to T and he grimaced and nodded as he sucked in his gut in order to do up his shorts. Yes, we’ve decided that we’re going to try to curb ourselves just a fraction.
This seems to lead beautifully into Cook Sister’s theme for this month’s EoMEoTE#8:
“Egad!” she exclaimed as she rifled through her closet in search of the extra large queensize cycling gear. At last the tent-like garments were located and she poured her enormous blubber-like mass into them. As she squeezed the fasteners closed, she gasped, “Is it time for breakfast yet?”
And as luck would have it (or not), it was indeed time for breakfast for the emmense blob that she had become:
Hard Boiled Egg
Buttered Toast (whole wheat) – it was going to be dry toast – really it was!!
Coffee (“no no no, don’t make me drink it black!!”) – I’m afraid there was 10% cream in the cup….
She sighed as she picked up the last toast crumb with her little finger, “it’s just not the same as eggs benedict….”