Let's eat the turkey in my big brown shoe.
Come to find out I'm not the only person pre-burning my calories for the big day tomorrow. My best friend S called while walking on the treadmill. Oh, she's no dummy.
We're not golfing tomorrow which means another 4 miles on the dreadmill, I mean, treadmill. I think I'll wear my tightest outfit to dinner tomorrow, that way I won't over eat.
Oh wait, we're going to W's family this year and I don't know how understanding they'll be when I show up in my black pleather pants and a tube top. Tee-hee, just kidding . . . they're real leather.
I now have to make brownies for the festivities tomorrow. Unfortunately, I have to clean the pan first. I made brownies for W's work yesterday and the pan didn't fit in the dishwasher. He didn't take them all either so now I've been snacking. Not good! All that pre-burning for nothing!
Happy Thanksgiving!
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