Thursday, August 5, 2010
The chair I was sitting in was a ... snug... fit for my behind. But I got into it, so I'll be fine. It seemed sturdy and wasn't giving out any alarming creaks or groans.
My coffee and bacon & egg roll was delivered to me and I went to stand, coffee in one hand, food in the other.
And the chair came with me.
The chair was stuck. On my arse.
I froze. What do I do? Naturally I can't walk off with the lovely cafe owners chair glued to my butt. I made a slight movement to put down my coffee so I could remove the chair when gravity helped out and the chair slid off my backside and hit the floor with a clunk that could be heard over cafe chatter and the coffee machine.
All eyes were on me. I walked from the cafe, my eyes down and my face burning red from embarrassment.
My Name is Jane D'oh and I say... the Fat Must Go!
This is my wild ride.. I'm going from Couch Potato to Fat Burning Machine. And you're all comin' with me.