You know what makes me a sobbing, writhing mess, week after week? The Biggest Loser. Seriously. I cannot watch it without tearing up and usually losing my shit at least twice. Last night was no exception. I would totally be on that show. And I would be one of those lame girls that loves EVERYBODY and never wants to vote anyone off. Who wouldn’t want that kind of support around you, 24 hours a day?
And for some reason, for that two hours the show is on, I get uber motivated. I eat yogurt. And a Lean Cuisine frozen dinner. And I’ll do sit-ups. Like that two hours is gonna make up for the other 22 hours where I barely got dressed and spent the day exerting myself.. making bottles.
Anyway, I leave you with this:
Bryan: You have glitter on your face.
Me: Well, get it.
Bryan: It’s just one.. why is glitter both singular and plural?
Me: I don’t know. It’s like “geese”.
pause
Me: Oh.
I’ve only watched 30 minutes of last nights episode so far and I cried 5 times already.
So why isn’t it Meese?
Remember me? It’s been, what, ten years? Congrats on the sweet baby, Sarah! Great job on the blog… you’re quite the entertainer (as if that’s any surprise!).
~Melissa
Holy crap, Melissa!! How are you doing?! I still see your mother from time to time.. I will email you to catch up!!
Can’t wait!