Well, this is an impulsive bit of a mess. I got irritated the other day and proclaimed to none other than the person who can remember everything you said and does not hesitate to remind you of it . . . and often mock.
I said, “Lose weight? I’ll show you lose weight.” I went off and weighed myself and came back and blurted, “Twenty pounds off by my birthday.” And my face was all scrunched up in that really pissed off, determined look of death that I have been known to sport on occasion. This may turn out to be a real trial – either I eat very little or I eat crow.