Day 173

ZACTLY.

Grateful for the FAT gene

Well, its not like its any one's fault.  We all have it in us.  It just lurks there, waiting silently until you turn about 36...and then...it's all downhill from there.
Remembering that one time at band camp for me...and wishing that for one second, I could go back there.
Just for one second.
And then some.
I hate working out. 
But somewhere in here, I gotta find my mojo.
Mostly lately, its been me finding the mojitos.
and food.
so mojo....get here.
yesterday.
or, knowing me, I might eat or drink you.
*yep*