A phallic-looking nose, and what sounds like an ad for the next diet panacea...

~Thursday~  Last night, the boys at dancing (well mostly, Bill—with a finishing touch by Carl) took a Sharpie to my knee surgery site.

At least they didn't draw anything dirty, which is where I thought it was going when the first thing that Bill drew was that nose.

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In other news, I had another weight loss milestone this morning:



What can I eat to celebrate?!?