So then, I was telling hubby that i was thinking that I might go to Homecoming this year. As long as I got skinny enough in time.. He goes on to tell me that I say that I'm going every year and then I never end up going.. He then goes on to say, I have nothing to worry about I look good, just need to work on "that middle section." I could see the look of fear in his eyes at those last two words rolled off his tongue.
He tried to back track a little and say, Oh! you just had a baby Bunnie! Um, NOT BETTER. Guess I'll be holding my stomach in and wearing my SPANX around the house for a while..
You can think it, but you are NEVER supposed to say it!
I'm working on it. Rattlers here I come!!
Rattler pride!! Woot woot!