Joke

I know, I know. The "love handles" I'm carrying around didn't happen overnight. It took several years of professional eating (kids, don't try this at home) and even more years of sedentary labor to acquire them. It's going to take some time to get these things off of me, too.

Charlene has me on a new diet, though. And, while effective, it's not too easy.

It's a "pasta" diet.

I have to walk pasta bakery without stopping. Walk pasta ice cream shop. Walk pasta Cinnabon store. . .