One Hundred and Eight

“Moom, you are just trying to fatten me up so they’ll send me home,” said the Cali Girl (I *know* she’ll hate that pseudonym ;-)) when the ratty old yooper hooligan mom handed her two measly little Hershey’s cherry-filled kisses. They need to get eaten before any little scurry-mouskets find them. Apparently, there is a weight limit out there on the left coast and if you hit 108 pounds, you get kicked out. Somehow, I don’t think she will have a problem. And I doubt they’ll even let me visit! 😉

2 Responses to “One Hundred and Eight”

  1. Renee Says:

    naw, that’s Southern CA – too much good food and wine here to bother about lbs’s. 😉

  2. kayak woman Says:

    You go girl(s)!!!