Sorry this is a little late. 177.9. I didn't go down as much as I hoped I would, but at the same time, I didn't do so hot with not eating my weight in chocolate, either. I'm not doing very well this week, either. The food part isn't going to hurt me this time, it'll be the exercise. Or lack thereof.
I'm kind of cranky right now, because my Dad is annoying the shit out of me. I'm babysitting Gracie, and Bryan insisted that we not stay at their house because he is going to be in and out (yeah, he's the worlds #1 Dad sometimes). So I've been on baby guard all morning, because she does love the puppy, and the puppy is kind of old and not as patient with 22 month olds as I would like. Dad was laid off a couple of weeks ago, so he's pretty much around the house all the time. Today he has been camped in the living room watching NASCAR, bull riding, and now more NASCAR. He made a complete nuisance out of himself while I was trying to fix us lunch, and now that I've put poor little sick Gracie down for a nap, he is up and down, creaking the recliner over and over, folding and unfolding the bag of chips, and talking. Not to mention turning the television up way loud to hear the national anthem and the jets flying over the race.
I love my father, I wouldn't trade him for anything. However, I will gladly kick my brother-in-law's ass the next time I see him.
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