We've been fatboothed.
The culprit: My sister. The victims: The Scarves. The reason: Unknown.
Robert's response to this picture: I couldn't look like this if I tried.
My response to Robert: Oh poor Mr. Perfect Metabolism!!! I feel so sorry for you!!!
I could probably look like this after two weeks of eating whatever I wanted to.
(well, maybe a little longer than two weeks. maybe not, i like sweets. and bread. and cheese. and wine.)
Oh, I forgot, I haven't shown Robert my picture yet!! Welcome to what Al will look like after pregnancy!!
I still wish I had more of Aunt Leah's fudge. You can't stop me, fatbooth.