No fancy pic.
So, I guess in some sick twisted way, I got what I deserved. Back on 7/31 I posted about my broke scale, oh yeah funny freaking post. What I haven't told you is that since then I have been weighing myself. As of Saturday Morning I had lost 18 lbs, woohoo breakup weight. So this weekend I was admiring my flat stomach and patting my skinny ass on the back.
Here's where Homer, I mean X steps in. Sunday Morning. Hey I think the scale is broke. No the scale isn't broke I have lost 18 lbs its working fine. X says, no I am pretty sure its broke, and I am going to get a new battery(insert rolling of the eyes here).
Well I am living proof of Karma. We have two scales one that says I weigh 18 lbs less, and now one with a new battery that says the same damn weight it has always said. So does this mean the scale is still broke because of his big ass.
I give up, screw the x and screw the scales.
Side Note: If you are trying to figure out the point here, there isn't one. I am just saying I am a fat ass with 2 broke scales instead of one.