I've had to act my large ass off. If only it really took teh pounds away.
The cops are asearching for Marge's purse. They seemed to think I might know where it is. But I told them nope, hadn't a clue, before high tailing it back to the community room and stashing it under the sofa. But only after I removed an emergency twenty from a flap in the wallet, her big bottle of Ativans and a delicious Snickers bar. The coppers were at someone else's apartment as I got back and asked me why I was sneaking around. I explained I'd gone out to get a 'snack' and waved the Snickers in their faces.
I think I've pulled it off, pulled the black wool over the pigs eyes. They left and they ain't been back. I heard from Thelma down at the mail boxes that Marge's purse had been found under the sofa where she'd left it. The other residents were all saying Marge had plum lost her durn fool mind and couldnd't remember where she left that purse. Turns out Marge will be coming home from the hospital tomorrow.
Spent the rest of the day listening to the Adam Lambert CD that Carol gave me at the Piggely Wiggly! It's so grate! How could I have missed such musical mastery, a genius, Freddie Mercury but more on keey and relevant? I've been dancing to a song called 'Aftermath', it's my theme song for my weight loss. Been looking at all the photos on Adam Official and I am in love!
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