Wouldn’t ya know it . . . the very day I finally get to 142 is the very day that Mr. Holmstrom [amazing history teacher and football coach] brings his wife’s famous caramels all wrapped up merrily and bright and leaves a huge package of them on my desk!
Wouldn’t ya know . . . the very day I finally get to 142 is the very evening of hubby’s legendary Christmas work party at “Goin’ South” Restaurant and Catering. Baked, then deep fried whole potatoes [seriously!] chicken, pulled pork and brisket, shrimp, cheesy-cauliflower soup, five-inch-tall cheese cake with raspberry sauce and dark chocolate curls on top. Yikes. I could have skipped dinner and eaten three of those. Probably a thousand calories each, easy.
What’s the spouse of the most senior supervisor to do? I did partake!
Wouldn’t ya know it, I’m no longer 142. Up three pounds. But I’m taking care of it today. Exercising, and having an apple day. I don’t know if that works, but Camille tried it and it worked wonders for her, so I’m having a Gala right now.