Not even going to lie anymore...
Today we saw the doc again. (every wednesday from now until eternity it seems). The fuckers got a new scale in the office. (thank god they replaced that piece of shit that said I gained 8 pounds in two weeks). With the new scale though (that lies, horribly) it said that i have gained 7 pounds and some ounces in ONE FREAKING WEEK. I didn't even drink that much chocolate milk this week!
Clearly the New Scale was developed by Hitler as his last act to try to kill the souls of people.
Steve's reaction: (high five!)
Andi's reaction: hysterical mad sobbing while in the bathroom trying to aim a stream of urine into a teeeeeensy little cup that is entirely hidden by the apparent 200 pound sumo wrestler tucked in my tummy. and oh: shame.
So Steve is giggling and stroking my back and telling me that everything is "okay" and i am just sobbing and THEN, THEN they freaking take my blood pressure. well of course: (i hate to spoil the ending for you) it was high. der.
Needless to say: we weigh the same. Steve and I. Not Dom Deloise and I...Perhaps Shamu and I...
Me in car on way home: we have to go to Mexico so I can get the illegal Phen/Fen pills after we deliver.
He was sensitive enough to not try to stop me, but did mention some sweet things about everything being "okay" and "not to worry" and "it will all come off".


love auntie leesie (Comment this)