Depends on the things! Jx
Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste. All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.When I got on the scales there arose such a number! When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared; The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt And prepared once again to do battle with dirt --I said to myself, as I only can "You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"So--away with the last of the sour cream dip, Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chipEvery last bit of food that I like must be banished Till all the additional ounces have vanished.I won't have a cookie--not even a lick. I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie, I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore -- But isn't that what January is for?Unable to giggle, no longer a riot. Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet! - Anonymous
Why do women named Margaret often have the nickname, "Peggy"?
I've never understood that. I remember once someone calling my Aunty Margaret "Peggy" and I thought they had the wrong person. Margaret, can you enlighten us?
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