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I had to go to the doctor today for my annual check-up, where I was made to step on a physician's scale. Fully clothed. With tennis shoes on. Those Nikes, they say they're light but I'm pretty sure they're a full five pounds.
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I then came home and baked a pear tarte tatin, so I can have fruit for dessert like the French women do.
1 comment:
Those doctors scales are the worse! I think you totally needed and deserved the tarte! :)
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