Hooray for Turkey Bacon

Folks. We can all rejoice and eat bacon again. Yes, I am talking about turkey bacon. At 25 calories a slice, and only 1.5 grams of fat, I just don't feel guilty for eating it. Also, if you put a few slices of tomato, lettuce, and light mayo on your turkey bacon sandwich, it is great! The trick is that you have to get the bacon crispy. Don't knock it until you try it. If you have tried it, and still don't like it, then I am sorry for suggesting that you eat this stuff!

I also highly recommend Velveeta too, since it melts nicely over anything.

I went to Ashley Furniture with the kiddos looking for kitchen tables. Our current kitchen table was just meant to be a temporary one until we got the real deal. It can't be the size of a dining room table, hence it will not fit. I found a few that I really liked, AND they were having a sale, BUT, there was this one pesky salesman just following me around the store and just hounding me. Why do they all complement you, your kids, and want to know your life story? Why couldn't I just browse in peace? The sales guy completely ruined my table shopping experience. I tried to ignore him, but he was there, at a distance, waiting to pounce on me like I was some sort of mouse or something. I just felt so uncomfortable, that I just left. He was talking to me on my way out, and I did my best to ignore him. But they did have some really good deals, and I will take Craig out there next week for his opinion, as we differ GREATLY in furniture styles.

Garrett is a lot better. Sir Alexander Flemming, thank you, thank you, and thank you again for inventing penicillin, which paved the way for antibiotics. Garrett was kicking wildly and smiling today. I think that I better cuddle with him now, for as soon as he learns how to crawl, he might not want to be held much. But for now, I am his main mode of transportation, so he tolerates me holding him.

Hmm, I really want this kitchen table.

But on to bathing suits. I was at Ross, since Ross was down the street from Ashley Furniture. I had not been to a Ross store in years. Anyways, I was looking at bathing suits, and sure enough, I am definitely not an XS, not a S, not even a M. I am a L. How can I be a Large? I have been eating turkey bacon. They must sew those things on mannequins, and then sell to the general public. Anyways, I am disgusted with myself, and I am going to renew my vows of losing these last 10 pounds. But, of course, I will eat my grilled cheese sandwich first....

Oh, by the way, I did the yoga thing on Monday. All of these skinny gumby women showed up, and me. I had on more clothing than most of these folks. But, I did not fall out of any poses. Falling out means that you can no longer hold your pose, and you topple over, like dominoes. I wore one of my Travelocity T-shirts, and they let me. They filmed two classes. I may or may not be on TV. But at least the roaming gnome was there with me (on my t-shirt).