[Boomer]

Hey! Guess what!

Mr. Boomer and I have been losing weight and we did not even realize it.

As usual, I have been parading my trials and tribulations here on TOTV, this time telling you all about this kitchen remodel thing we are into, up to our eyeballs.

Last week I told you all about the giant refrigerator that I just cannot let live here. Well, Steely Dan should be hitting the road this week. His little brother is on order but not here yet. So the big guy is still standing there in the little kitchen, kind of looming and lurking. Right there, in the way, unused and unplugged, still new, and oh so shiny, waiting for the truck to come to whisk him away to his new career as a floor model.

(Appliance Guy understands me. He said the last woman who did this cried. I did not cry. I just explained that I am, in fact, an idiot, and that they could hang my picture up in the store if they want to. Use me as a bad example. Or would it be a good example of what NOT to do? Have people call me when they get all wide-eyed over cubic feet. Whatever it takes. Just please, trade me refrigerators. Just trade me refrigerators. -- So that is what is going to happen -- soon.)

This really is not a big deal. By this time in our lives, we all know that getting a problem that has an easy solution, or a solution at all, is really not a problem at all.

And meanwhile, there is actually a hidden benefit. It turns out that Mr. Boomer and I must not be eating as much. Or we are walking more. Not sure. But whatever it is, we are down a few pounds.

You see, the old refrigerator was moved to the basement. That means, of course, that every time we think we might want something from the refrig, we have to go down 12 steps and up 12 steps.

Mr. Boomer's after dinner buffets of Ritz crackers and cheese have come to an end. (Our geriatric dog Annie is sad about that. Mr. B always shares.) And I do not even think much about that pint of Graeter's Chocolate Chip down there in the basement.

12 steps down. 12 steps up. 12 steps down. 12 steps up. 12 steps down. 12 steps up. So this is what a 12-step program can do. Who knew????

Boomer the Svelte -- (Well, not really svelte, but my jeans are looser by a little. And I just love the word 'svelte' and I just wanted to use it.)