Today I am unabashedly happy. Mariel comes back from Italy and finally (!!) gets to meet Samara. And... drum roll please. I squeezed back into a pair of 28 jeans. They did not look good by any means. But they fit. They buttoned. And since I only have about 14 pounds left to lose, I feel like the prize is in sight. Samara and I celebrated these two events by dancing around the house while Amy Winehouse blasted. Then she fell asleep.
Here we are dancing:
And Later....Meeting Auntie Mar!