sometimes, my 18-yr-old speaks wistfully about "the old days," pre low carb in our household.

"I miss the days I could suggest we order a pizza, and didn't get laughed at," she sighs.

I laugh heartily, inadvertenly emphasizing her point.

"It's been a long time, huh?"

"Yeah!" she says. "It used to be, when I'd suggest we order a pizza, sometimes, you'd say 'That sounds like a good idea.' And...

He's giving me a hug.

"You're losing weight again, aren't you?"

"Well, I'm trying to! Yeah. I'm trying to. I didn't know if it was working yet or not."

"Well, I can tell." He can always tell before I can. He knows how my hugs feel.

"Well, aren't you sweet? You just got yourself some Happy Points, Mister."

This is what my daughter and I did for one of our Christmas activities...we had SO much fun! My daughter is 18, by the way...so it's not like any little ones were working on it...Ha! But it didn't matter and we had a great time. I looked up, and suddenly realized we'd spent several hours constructing this. We've decided to make it an annual Xmas activity.

We decided it looked like a psycho clown on acid made...