Instead, you will have to make do with this:
This picture is symbolic because while I do have a bowl of conversation hearts next to a picture of us on my end table, we have not have an actual, in-person conversation in almost a week. Oh, the lives of a married nanny wife and a nursing student/EMT/volunteer fireman/pizza dude.
Tomorrow is my third weigh-in, but as I am getting PMS, I may need to hope for a limb to fall off in the night to experience any weight loss. As long as I don't gain, though, I'll be happy. There's nothing I can do about the Joys of Womanhood, so I won't let myself get all hysterical!
Now, it's bedtime!