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My husband and I sat next to each other at a restaurant the other day for lunch. As we enjoyed a delicious meal and lively conversation, I noticed a ruckus at the table next to ours and turned slightly to see what was going on. Four women who looked to be in their eighties had just received their check. “Sylvia,” one woman said to her friend across the table from her. “You owe $5.88.” Sylvia replied, “But Mildred, I had one stuffed mushroom and three chips from the appetizer platter. I think I owe $7.13 because four of us split the appetizer which was $5.00.”  Read more >

Every year in my house, it starts with the Halloween candy and continues on the downhill trend until January 2. My husband and I buy a seat on the high calorie train to future diet Hell and with the shout, “ALL ABOARD!” we’re off and overindulging. First stop on Halloween night – my thighs. My daughter arrives home from trick or treating with 114 pounds of candy packed into her plastic pumpkin. After she pours out her sugary treasures on the carpet, my husband hovers over her like a vulture standing over its prey. “What cha got there, honey … huh, huh, huh?” he pants.  Read more >