Shrinkage 7

Yesterday, upon viewing a photo of mine, Denisse inquired, "How long ago was this?"

I swear there was discernable disdain on her face.

"Uh, not that long ago... Last November?" I replied, thinking i looked old in that picture. Old, and wrinkled, and worn. "Why, did i look different?"

"Yeah," responded Denisse, still scrutinizing the image, fixated. "Different."

Good different or bad different? I dared not ask.

"I was 7 pounds lighter then," i offered information. "Oh, wait, that was toward the end of my trip..."

"Oh, whatever!" Denisse interrupted me, laughing. "You're still a stick!"

I laughed too. Oh i love Denisse. She's a godsent.