Monday, April 7, 2008


My bathroom scale is not working correctly, which is just the way I like it. I can hop on the scale three times and have three different weights pop up on it's fancy large digital readout. 

I can choose which weight suits me for the day. Feeling optimistic? Go for the lowest of the three. Pants too tight? Settle for the highest weight, and adopt a What The Hell attitude before hitting the all-you-can-eat pancake special at IHOP. Having a reasonably sane day? Choose the middle weight and go back to counting Weight Watcher points. Sigh. 

Logic tells me that it's not really broken, just needs a new battery, and that sometime soon it will just quit working altogether. 

That would be fine with me. 

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