Day two in hell has begun and everyone is still alive. Some of us survive by bitchiness, some by the fact that they are too young to escape to a safer place, and some are too oblivious to notice the drastic transformation taking place in front of their eyes. By transformation, I do not, at this early date, mean an obese person now looking svelte, but rather a nice person becoming a raving bitch. Oh well, it’s their life they put in danger.

Any Saturday, when my grandson is visiting, is a bad day to begin Coming Clean. He likes pizza for supper and who am I to deny him and in doing so deny my God given right to spoil him. We ordered pizza and yes, I did eat a piece, or three. But hey, I’m confessing it right here and now. To make my early failure come home fast, I just received a call from my youngest son. His significant other is making lasagna today. According to him, it’s like a really big deal and to keep her from having to freeze the greater portion of her creation we have been invited to help them consume said creation. What’s a mom to do? I guess I’ll forego food for today, and perhaps the rest of the month so I can help her out. The things we do for our children, and grandchildren. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have a dog to blame for having to help him eat his food too.

On another note, my grandson and I did purchase, fill and hang some new bird feeders yesterday. Don’t worry. The birds are safe as is their food. I find it difficult to swallow and digest bird seed, with the possible exception of sunflower seeds. To be safe, I didn’t buy the variety that has sunflower seeds in it.

It’s now 10:19 a.m. and I have had 2 eggs, scrambled and some turkey bacon for breakfast. My grandson had some of the Cinna-mmmmmmmmmmmm bread from last night’s dinner, complete with the bucket of icing for dipping. I am proud to say, I did not have any. I find Cinna-mmmmmmmmmmmm bread way too chewy on the second day.

I’ll post again tonight. Say a prayer for me and all who cross my path. Ohhh, and remember those in the house of lasagna.

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