Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels...

Kiki- could that song in the comments section be any more perfect? Seriously. Stop being so pithy and funny.

Talked to Attorney Girl last night about what's been going on. She hasn't been reading the blog, what with being so busy being pregnant and eating all that watermelon, so she had not really been aware of the happenings of late.

She told me a story about a neighbor of her that she "dated" (loose term) when she first moved into her swanky townhouse in FLA. He was cute, rich, drove two nice cars, and the piece de resistance, he was British with the full accent! ("You know how those accents get us...") She felt at the time he was clearly out of her league, but she kept seeing him anyway. How did she get through?

With the help of LOTS of bourbon. Thank you, Makers Mark!

She told me she had to be drunk to be around him. It was the only way it worked. The liquor drowned out the insecurities and the nervousness. Sounds familiar- huh? Eventually, she was just drinking too much bourbon and had to move on for the sake of her liver.

Anyway, she said this is all for the best. She said to disappear for a couple of weeks. Make him wonder. Then, one night, out of the blue, when you are looking fantastic (hint: 5-7lbs lighter) and you are way overdressed, you and the posse of girls need to stop in for just ONE drink. Stop in at midnight. Leave before one - as if you have somewhere else to be. Say hi, be friendly but not obsequious. She thinks a cat and mouse game will ensue, and he might just be an interesting hook up but never anything more, and we'll both like it better that way. And she also said, DOOOOD, you are a Sagittarius just like me, you love the chase, the "I'm on the hunt I'm after you" atmosphere, the looks across the bar, the not knowing, the pursuit, the pull back, the what's he gonna do, the what am I gonna do, the "omigod they are playing that song now and its a sign" nights. In the end, you will love this more.

Or you might meet someone else in the next few weeks and not think of Punk Boy ever again...

Either way - good time, good times. And she is oh so right.

So Fun Girl and I are going into the Lean Cuisine, take some Alli, nothing tastes as good as being thin mode. She's got appearances to keep up, confidence to get back, and a shit for brains asshole to get over and rise above. She's on her way, as some anger finally, finally took hold last night. YAY!

And I'm gonna wear that black dress again- that one from 12 years ago- and look better in it now that I ever did in the 90's. That's my goal. And I am 5-7 pounds away. Not much farther to go.


Ad Girl, meanwhile, is living her perfect life and laughing her ass off at us!