Under the fridge

Thanks people who lived here before me for the special little treats I found under the fridge and stove when I moved them this afternoon in a fit of kitchen cleaning.  Dog food, bottle covers, toothpicks, cheerios and tupperware.  Oh, and this:

The irony was not lost on me.

I'm in uber deep cleaning mode because this coming week is a busy one, and I'm some kind of masochist really wonderful house keeper.  I'm hosting a dinner party, a baby shower and overnight guests in the next seven days.  It'll be fun, but clearly every last one of them is going to pull out my appliances for a gander at the elements so I'd better get that handled just right now.

Oh, and my friend Kim had her baby!  Adorable and so nice and small, which makes me seriously jealous since my babies weighed in at Tub and Lard respectively.

Ok, did anyone not declare eating better and losing inches to be their New Year's goal?  I think not.  Last New Year's I was pregnant, I don't remember what my excuse was the year before that, and the year before that I was pregnant.  So this is the year because I'm A) NOT pregnant and B) Also not pregnant.  So there you have it.  No excuses, tubby.  Except my body is not listening all that well I discovered after I weighed myself at the doctor's office.

My friend Deborah thinks I need to drink more water.  I don't like water.  But I am good at whining.  Fortunately I've discovered the two are not exclusive and I can whine and drink water at the same time.  I really don't like it.