As she posed these questions, I immediately concluded that I am one of the lucky ones.
My husband, the person I spend most of my time with, is SUPER supportive.
As a matter of fact, except for
On the other end of the support spectrum?
Lou is also trying to lose weight.
And? Well...We sort of have an unspoken weight loss competition thingy going on between us (I'M GOING TO BURY HIM!).
That's why, last week, when I texted him this picture of what I was having for lunch:
And he responded with a text that said this:
Mmmmm...Sally? Wouldn't you rather have this? YUMMY!
I just knew that my unwavering conclusion---that LOU IS AN EVIL, LITTLE ASSCLOWN---is once again cemented in truth.
By the way?
As I type this post, you will NEVER guess where Lou is RIGHT NOW.
He's having his fur coat lasered off. Observe what I'm talking about, people... (WARNING: Put down your breakfast or you will heave!):
Hmmm...Is it me?
Or can you also smell the odor of burnt bacon in the air?