That’s what my legs say when I walk. They rub together and shout, “Excuse me, Pardon me.” Yes, I’m tight, or at least that’s what I’ve been told. I don’t jiggle, but my legs create an enormous amount of friction. *Sigh*
Mikey says I’m beautiful, so I’m going to go with that.
I’m working on my health and fitness. I find it frustrating that I change my diet–mikey eats it with me–and he starts dropping his tubby belly as if it was never there. Mind you he works harder than I do, but he also eats mounds of junk when he’s not with me.
Sorry, call me pissy, but I think that’s not fair.
He just ate a burrito in front if me. can you believe he did that?!?!? He’s in trouble, Now. I’m gonna post a pic of him with his belly poked out! That’ll teach him.
I gotta run, because Mike is on to me.
Laters …
Diary of an Angry Fat Woman 
Great way to spend some time and spend some calories, too! š
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Leave my son-in-law alone.
Haha. Ok Daddy, but its hard when he tortures me and then loses the Keyes to our bikes and our house for a second time.
You are hilarious!! And he’s right, you are beautiful!!
Haha!!! He thought it was funny. So it’s all good.