I am hovering around the possibility that I may have unconsciously allowed the piece of scrap metal that is my bathroom scale, way too much power in my life. I am removing it from my house.
What has a face, can make you happy or annoyed and has the power to ruin any good meal? A mother-n-law, you ask? Your boss, perhaps?
Nope. Your bathroom scale.
3 comments:
Please make sure you recycle that old scale. RecycleBill No sense in letting it go to waist... ah, I mean... waste. ;-)
I think that my scale is broken...it never goes lower than a certain weight...been that way since I turned 40. Hee Hee Hee.
Ruthie, I want your scale!
Amy, I have been lifting weights like a madman the past month and I am wondering if I am doing that so I can tell myself that I don't know how much of the creeping scale is muscle or fat! I know alot of it could be muscle...but probably not all of it! I'm just glad I don't have your scale! That thing would have had flying lessons by now!
Recycle bob: You come get it and its yours. I mean, BILL.
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