Dh says I need REHAB

A rehab center for chocolate that is . . .

See, the whole family -- including my mom who is visiting this week -- went to an event at the middle school last night. As we're walking in talking to another family, the other Dad looks uncomfortable, turns red, and then finally clears his throat and says to me . . .

"Excuse me, but you have a candy bar wrapper stuck to your butt."

Yep. Time to start that diet and exercise program I have planned. The good news is, Mom and I both have things like this happen to us on a regular basis, so we've learned to laugh about it or we'd have to crawl in a hole and hide from the world. This will be laugh-fodder for days to come.