Where are my fat pants?

Well, I think we have all eaten consistantly for a week straight. Time for fat camp. The Dill crew left today so it is just us and Dad. Which of course means lots of fun and definately a whole lot of stinky foods in the Fridge. Starting to think of those dreaded New Years Resolutions. I am sure when I pull out last years, I can just re-list them. God knows I didn't lose 20 pounds and am not at all organized! Love to and Clark, keep your fanny in your pants.