Oops, accidentally ommited BOOTHS. The problem is the BOOTHS, or rather my bloated, belly fat packed stomach. Dang, I actually fit into a booth with out lubricants and humiliation!!! Woo Hoo Hoo

I have a six year old son, so I have become one of those "Chucky Cheese" mama. Everybody from Granma to T ball to Birthday Parties wants to go to Chucky Cheese. I've gotten used to the noise, the chaos, and Gramma screaming "YES!! WOO HOO" when she hits it on "Flaming Finger":... but the Everytime I have to figure how to get my big fat tummy into one without looking like a an elephant seal in an airplane seat. . Three weeks ago: the usual humiliation....