THE REFRIGERATOR
Why do I keep going to the refrigerator to see if there is some food in there that I want to eat when I just went there a few minutes before? Did I expect some to miraculously appear? No wonder I'm so fat! Each time I open the door, my high standards are lowered a little. What I wouldn't eat at 8 o'clock, I will eat at 9 or 10. By midnight, I'm in danger of eating the rubber gasket around the door. Someone, please, stop me.
RANDOM MUSINGS FROM THE TOP OF THE HILL
12/10/2006
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