And he put his arm over me.
And I said, "We've been going to Weight Watchers for three weeks now, can you tell a difference?"
And he didn't say anything.
I thought maybe he missed the question so I repeated myself.
And then I said, "Well, just lie and tell me you can."
And he said, "Gee, I can really tell the difference."
And I said, "Really?"
And I waited.
And then I said again, "Really?"
And he said, "No, but you told me to lie."
So, I said, "You're just all full of yourself because you've lost like 15.6 pounds already and I've lost like 6."
And he said, "Huh?"
Gee. That was such an unsatisfying conversation.
If you'll excuse me now I need to go sneakily pour some melted butter over Mr. Jenny's breakfast.
That'll teach him to not be supportive.
PS. I know 6 pounds is great. I'm just being a dork today! Aren't you surprised?