Egads and Hummel...

Okay, so I have to go to Norfolk tomorrow for a doctor's appointment. Geesh! Not looking forward to the ride. Eh, but it is a necessary evil. I swear they use the scales as a form of torture. Anyone who dreads getting on the scale makes sure that all kith and kin are at least five hundred feet back and in another room behind a closed door before they will ever step on a scale. At the doc's, let's not only record what the evil device says, lets face it towards the open hall so that all who may care to see may look and do a silent eye roll as the numbers make them think of rocket science!

Oh, well. It shouldn't be too bad. I am definitely getting a venti-mocha vanilla coffee with whole milk and whipped topping, though. Darn those scales!

Excuse #2: I was too mind boggled by the scale and the outing itself to write anything.