Somewhere on the north side of crazy town....

I was lying on the bathroom floor when Ken walked in and asked me what I was doing. I couldn’t tell him the truth:

Me: I lost my earring

Ken: You don’t wear earrings

Me: Ahhh you’re right, that’s because its lost and I’m looking for it

He walked away mumbling and I got busy on my mission…my mission to find the secret hidden camera. Now before you think I’ve lost my mind let me just say that my dear sweet husband is very technically inclined and with that English accent he is kinda James Bond'ish'. Lets just say that if he wanted to put a secret hidden camera in front of my scale to see how many times a day I was getting on and off it, technically he could do it.

So what makes me think he has a secret hidden camera? How is it that I can get on the scale FIVE times and each and every time he makes a beeline from his man cave and heads straight to the bathroom to try to catch me in the act? You’ve gotta learn to tippytoe better than that KENNETH, I can HEAR when your foot hits the metal strip between the garage and the kitchen door.

What started all of this? Tuesday when the scale was in the bathroom, I did get on it and off it quite a few times but it wasn’t because I was scale obsessing. I had read an article about weighing before you workout and checking again after you work out and drinking water to replenish the lost weight and prevent dehydration.

Somehow I didn’t think Ken would believe that story about dehydration with me lying on the bathroom floor so I told him I was looking for an earring. It’s not like I was going to tell him I was looking for his secret hidden camera…I’m not THAT crazy.

File this one under humor please :-)