Every night before I go to bed I get on the scale, cry a little bit, and make a pledge to not eat so many peeps the next day. Tonight I stepped up on it and it spent about four times longer calculating my weight, and then popped up a 113.6.
Ha ha.
So, you know, obviously my scale is broken because it's only weighing my left leg.
I think I'm going to keep it forever.
1 comment:
Can I borrow your scale?
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