Into Week #2: All About Water

This was today's lunch. And this is getting old. Two weeks without McDonalds, peanut M&Ms, and those chocolate chip cookies from the Stop n'Shop bakery... We're expecting yet another snowstorm, and already the local schools have announced their closings for tomorrow. I should be sitting with my feet up, knocking back the Franzia Chardonnay. Instead I got a date with my Pilates mat and the lovely Ana Caban. After that, The Saint says I have to drink water. I hate water. If I'm not pounding the Franzia, then give me a Diet Coke. Water is for doing the dishes and filling up the tub. But The Saint's on her high horse about my water consumption and telling me that she didn't ask if I liked it (oh how uppity they get when they're down 6.8lbs), but that I need to go buy a case of the stuff. A case? I haven't had that much water in the 39 years that I've been on this earth. (*wink*) And oh, the messages from the two of them today. If there was a prize for how many times they used the word water, they'd have hit the jackpot. (Total points for today: I'm swimming in them.)