Warning: there is NO telling what I'm about to type, because I just took two Excedrin PM. Read at your own risk.
After one heck of a day - the coffee grinder part of my machine isn't fulfilling it's God-given purpose, grinding coffee; I attended a luncheon meeting with a bunch of other newspaper folks, and then almost forgot to go take two pictures when I got back; something went awry with the van when Jason was getting Anna Marie from school and I had to go pick them up - I stumbled my way into the church gym where my Weight Watchers meeting is.
(HEADACHE! I'VE HAD A MASSIVE HEADACHE ALL DAY!)
(So bad that I took Pamprin at lunch, because I didn't have any other pain relievers with me.)
Anyway - I lost 2.5 pounds of the 3.5 I gained last week, and am now back to 148 (89 pounds lost).
By the way - if you're wondering how Anna Marie is doing in first grade - she got into trouble the first three days (for talking, of course) but has been doing better the past three. My sister suggested that since she was getting into trouble, we should take her out and let my dad homeschool her.
(If you knew my dad, just that prospect alone would be hi-freakin'-larious. And the two of them argue CONSTANTLY, about such mundane things as the right way to play checkers. A big fat bunch of nothing would get accomplished each day.)
But here's the best part - Amanda thinks the whole operation would make a great reality show! And I totally agree. But when I was telling Jason during dinner tonight, Anna Marie was not convinced.
"No!" she said. "He's a mechanic. He can teach other people to be mechanics."
Now, my dad is prone to "sayings." One of his sayings is, "I don't play. I quit school on account of recess."
And Anna Marie has apparently been paying attention to my dad's educational philosophy, because she continued with her reasons for not having her Papa homeschool her.
"You don't think Papa would make a good teacher?"
She replied in all seriousness:
"He quit school at the time of recess."