Big news here at the Groenevelts! I can button my pants! And I don’t mean with a hair rubber band looped through the button and it’s hole. I mean the proper way, as a button and a hole should. The way Levi and Jordache and God intended. I’m just bursting and I wanted to announce my big news to the Internet, because I know so many of you were wondering. In fact I just stuck my head out the door and yelled I CAN FIT INTO MY PANTS AGAIN! So all the non-Internet people (whoever those sickos are) will be up to speed on the progress of my fat ass.
If you’re new to this site you might be thinking I just had a baby, or opened a bakery. (Both of which sound yummy and INSANE.) Actually, we just moved back from Mexico a few months ago and my body has finally come to terms with the fact that we won’t be returning to fried EVERYTHING anytime soon. Hey fat cells, it’s clear, you can evacuate the hostile territory, that which is my booty.
