This morning I told my husband I was disappointed that the past two weeks I had gained weight and that I was mad at the scale for it. He laughed and said he was so sorry and that we could get a new scale. All of a sudden his face got very serious and he said "I don't think I told you that a couple of weeks ago, the dog was sitting on the scale while I was getting ready for work and when I told him to move he got excited and the scale went skidding across the floor and hit the bathtub. I wonder if that had anything to do with anything."
So, jokingly I told him to get on the scale!! He is some sort of wonderful genetic freak of nature. He can eat anything and everything and no matter what, when he gets on the scale, any scale, it always says 155 pounds. It's ridiculous and makes me so happy for our kiddos hahahhahaha!!!!
Anyway, he got on the scale and lo and behold, it said "159". We were both shocked! Neither of us expected there to be anything different because it is ALWAYS the same.
I'm not getting a new scale and I'm not saying that that has ANYTHING to do with ANYTHING because like I've said, I haven't been the most diligent bander the past couple of weeks but it was a funny story so I thought I would share.
Oh and ill be putting the scale in the closet from now on. No more puppies sitting on scales for this girl :)