Scarlett, that's the kind of bruise you get when you think it's a good idea to use your desk as a stepladder even though there are loose papers all over the top of it. I told y'all only bad things happen when I think. And I'm not sitting next to you because I selfishly only bought singles this time around in hopes of getting better seats. Yup, I'm a giant blackhole of suck.

No news on the diet front. I've been afraid to get on the scale. I haven't felt like cooking much since my fall. That means eating at Chez Mommy & Daddy and Mommy doesn't know how to cook anything without rice or noodles in it.

Also, in a moment of weakness I agreed to go to an all you can eat barbecue buffet with my younger brother (who we shall dub Einstein for purposes of this blog). How much could I possibly eat you ask. I know you all watch the Amazing Race since Clay does. snerk Remember last season when they had to eat five pounds of meat. The day after that episode, I got not one but three emails from friends who thought those guys were wusses and they all thought I would have rocked that roadblock. Suffice it to say, I had all I could eat. It's possible Einstein was getting me back for our last shopping trip. He was trying on jackets and asked me if a particular one made his butt look big. I replied that no the jacket didn't make his butt look big but the fat made his butt look big. What. I've been a smartass all his life. He should have known better. Revenge apparently is a dish best served cold. Or hot with plenty of sauce on the side.