I have just returned from a ten day visit to lovely Iowa, where the humidity hangs from the trees and hits you in the face like a hot, wet, sticky washcloth. We ate and drank a lot while there and I was not looking forward to stepping on the scale this morning. To my surprise, I was 216.7 pounds. I thought I had ballooned back up to 220-something.
We ate a bushel and we drank a tankard. It was like being in Iowa!
It's great to be back.
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