Sometimes I forget I have a blog. Like for the past two weeks. Whoops.

I just got back from lunch with a bunch of lovely ladies that I don't see nearly enough. It was lots of fun and I got to catch up with them and it's been decided that Camp Shack will be September 24. Or the 17th. Whatever works better for you, Dear Reader. Because, you know, you ARE invited.

I think I know why I haven't been blogging. My life is depressingly simple. I cringe when I try to find subjects of interest to others and realize I HAVE NONE. However, tomorrow I'm going to the Twins game and I sincerely hope I go on the right night this time.

Also, two thumbs down to dieting. Two thumbs even further down to gaining 15 pounds since finding employment. I just can't have everything going my way at once, can I? I suppose the gluttonous amounts of pizza, wings and blizzards probably has something to do with the weight gain, but...well, I have no excuse. Piggy needs to lose some pounds. Ironically, this stage hit me at just about the same time last year. What is it about August that beats down my self esteem? Surely it's no coincidence that I just gain more weight in the summer...there must be something about August that makes me feel blimpish. Perhaps it's having put up with cute, skinny gals bouncing around in their itty bitty summer clothing for three months and realizing I have another two months before long sleeve shirts are accepted again.

Damn it, I want a hamburger. And I don't even LIKE hamburgers.