Today is the mother's 183rd birthday, or something like that, she was born in the 30's. Kills me I wasn't there to spend it with her, but I guess that's the way it goes. Turns out they are both sick, the parents, and they are keeping their great granddaughter while her mother was in the hospital. Everyone was throwing up, coughing, miserable as hell. Come to think of it, glad I just called this year. Happy birthday Mama!
The girl has her first day of classes tomorrow, at a new school, no biggie, she is almost 22. Yeah, right! You'd think she was getting on the little yellow bus tomorrow, actually she will getting on the light rail. For those of you not local, the light rail is Baltimore's version of a subway, we just didn't bury it. She will go from living on campus and walking to school, to living home, and taking the train to school, pretty cool.
OK, my weight, I need to do something about my weight! This is getting serious, even my fat shorts are straining at the seams. I need a diet, one that's easy to follow, tastes great, and is very little work. Starting tomorrow, no sweets, no chips, no snacking, no anything that's made me fat, and no exercise. This is going to be tough, the rest of my house mates eat nothing but steak and cake, and oh yeah, we have a bull roast next Saturday! Why is the world always against me?