I Think There is a Conspiracy

My roomie took me out for supper last night to Red Robin. Tonight is dinner at the posh Melting Pot with 5 very dear friends. Tomorrow is lunch out with some co-workers and Friday is again lunch out with co-workers. I am paranoid enough to think that I am being fattened for the kill.

Egad the time required in the gym because people want to feed you! I am going to have to force people to show me both hands before anyone gets a hug. I'll be looking for whomever has the axe.