I had a plan in place to go to my Weight Watchers meeting this morning. I missed last week’s meeting while I was in Las Vegas and was looking forward to getting back to my buddies and my meeting leader, Claudette. The plan derailed, and I didn’t make it.
My husband had a scheduled outpatient procedure that involved anesthesia, and he wasn’t allowed to drive home. So, I got dressed in my official Weight Watchers weigh-in outfit that I have been wearing faithfully for 53 weeks and headed out at 6:45 a.m. for his appointment.
He was supposed to be ready to come home by 9, so I figured that I’d be back at our house by 9:30, drop him off, and drive the five minutes back to the meeting. As 9 a.m. came and went, I started to worry about my husband and why he wasn’t in the car driving north with me.
Finally, at about 9:30, he was ready to roll, and we worked our way home…and arrived in time to plan next week’s meeting attendance.
The good news is that my husband’s anesthesia has worn off, and he’s feeling fine. After our big day, I feel like I shared some of that knock-out stuff and am ready to call it a night.
Talk to you soon.
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