Cream Puffs are the Devil

It seems that I somehow decided that my lunch today would be cream puffs.

Now, I ask myself, why cream puffs? Why not the eclairs? Why not that pint of B & J in the freezer?

And the bigger question.

How am I supposed to lose that extra weight that I want to lose before bathing suit weather comes to Pa if I keep eating the cream puffs?

I have no idea.

And what's more, I'm going to the Olive Garden tonight. I love that place. My aunt and I are going. It seems a bit fishy to me, I feel like somethings up. But I really, really want to try that new Tuscan Chicken thing. Darn, does that look good.

There goes the diet. It is impossible to go to Olive Garden and not come back ten pounds heavier than when you started out. Plus, we're going to the one in A-town, and they toast their yummy breadsticks there.

I'm in love with those breadsticks. (They'll go straight to my hips, but when I'm biting into one, my waistline is the last thing that I'm thinking of.)

So, in addition to the ten pounds that I was hoping to lose, I'm probably going to have to bump it up to twenty after tonight.

I still think that there is something fishy going on. I haven't been able to shake it. I don't know why. Maybe Aunt G will tell me what's going on with her. Kate and I know all that has been happening. We like to eavesdrop. We even know who the guy is. But the adults still think of us as children, and so we are kept out of the loop, despite the fact that we are both twenty.

Maybe that will change tonight.

KAtherine