Many Chins Mean Happy Life

Since Thursday I have been presented with several thousand calories' worth of deliciousness every day, and I have not turned one down. I'm talking filet with blue cheese butter, many, many bottles of wine, chocolate lava cake (2), pumpkin cheesecake, truffles, chocolate chip-pecan-coconut cookies, pumpkin biscotti, moose mix, raspberry kringle, peanut butter custard, mochas, lattes, coffee with real cream, raclette, Pirate's Booty, sausage, tenderloin rolls, pickled green beans, pickled garlic, pickles, homemade salami, prosciutto-and-cheese rolls, breadsticks, breadsticks with cheese inside them and homemade chicken soup with dumplings.

And those are just the ones I can remember. Let's not forget I have a memory like a hollow cave.

And even though my pants are getting tighter as I sit and type, I think it's going to be OK. Because:

1. I have my first race in two weeks and I don't have a choice but to run faster and longer. (For those of you who might be there, I will be slow. But considering what I've eaten in the past four days, my finishing the race at all will be a triumph.)

2. Fall is in the air. Hence, more clothing.

3. I pledge to eat only lettuce and grapes... starting tomorrow.

4. We had a showing today, and I bought a bunch of flowers from the farm market (something I never do because of my aversion to slowly dying living things in my home), and they really do make the house very cheery. Once you get over the dying thing.

5. Marta is a regular songstress, singing How Much Is That Doggy In The Window, Do-Re-Mi, So Long/Farewell, Ring Around The Rosey, The Wheels On The Bus, Skinnamarink (sp!), Baby Beluga and Rocketship Run constantly. It's freaking adorable.

So, good.