Life on the Edge

I worked around the house today

doing laundry and such then
decided to go shopping.

Buying something new to wear for
Thanksgiving seemed

easier than bringing my winter

clothes in from the garage storage.

It was a bad decision.

Going shopping at 3:00 in the afternoon
when one's blood sugar is low is not
the smartest thing to do. 

I  had a full blown hot flash while looking through
racks and racks of sweaters and coats.

I live in Louisiana and cannot for the
life of me figure out who they are
selling all these sweaters, coats and

knee-high boots too.  It's HOT here.
We seldom have really cold weather.
The evenings and nights get cold but usually
the weather warms with the dawn and
the days are mild. 
I wore a coat 3 times last winter.

I pulled a few light-weight items from
the rack and ducked into a dressing room.
I fanned myself to cool down before I

tried on anything.

I miss my young body that stayed slim
and toned with no effort.  It's only right
that it has left me since I didn't properly
appreciate it.  I weighed 115 lbs the
day I weighed in at the hospital before
giving birth to my 8 lb 8 oz son.I digress.

I bought a couple of things
and waddled home.

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Princess is at the Mall with her friends

and Mister is at an Investment
Club meeting which means I have a couple
of hours to be "home alone".

This is how I roll -

Dinner - dipped straight from the can

and put into a coffee cup

then served at room temperature

along side a few potato chips,

a small bit of diet Coke and a juice glass of

hard lime-ade.

I like to live on the edge . . .  .

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