Last night George and I went to Polly and Colin’s house for a little gathering to say goodbye to Colin’s parents and godparents, who had come to visit for Mardi Gras. Polly made this dip that I could have eaten an entire vat of. It was spinach and artichoke dip, nothing that I’ve never had before, but it was so friggin’ good. I don’t know if it was because it was fatty and full of mayonnaise and parmesan cheese and anchovies or if it’s because I haven’t eaten anything really fatty for the past week, but I swear, I could. not. stop. Yum. I have no idea how I’d calculate the points on something like that, so I’m just saying I used the last 5 points I had for the day and the last 5 flex points for the week. (Which, to be strictly honest, is cheating a little since we ended our first week after 6 days, not 7 so we could start the week on the same day as our meeting.)

Tomorrow are the other two inspections. (I know, I know, I’m like a broken record, but it’s so exciting!) I’m sure everyone at work is going to strangle me soon. One guy here keeps saying “Thirty years!” as if that’s going to scare me. Pshaw! But I wouldn’t say it to George, that’s for sure. Poor thing is so freaked out by all of this, he’s probably going to explode before the closing.