Food

Yesterday my mother told me I looked pregnant. Now that is something no woman wants to hear when she's definitely NOT pregnant. So today I have two enemies--food and Mama. I'll probably make up with food first. Just kidding!! I love my wacky mama, but pregnant? Please! I thought that my dear daddy would come to my aid and heal my broken spirit. I said, "Daddy, do I look pregnant?" He responded with, "You could stand to lose a pound or two." Ouch! So make that three enemies. Being one to never give up, I asked my brother who came back with, "Are you trying to tell me something?" So I finally gave up and went to the kitchen to fix a very small plate of food. Only in the Gregory family.