Okay, I had to concede. Summer is gone. I packed away my shorts and tees and brought out the warmer clothes. Only there’s a big problem. My jeans? Not fitting so much. I’m too. fat. for. my. jeans.
You know what this means, don’t you? I have to actually . . . I can hardly even type this . . . give up cookies. There. I put it out there for the universe to see. I have to give up cookies.
I can’t even blog today, I’m in mourning for the loss already . . . But you don’t have to mourn with me. Go ahead and eat cookies, just don’t tell me.