With the seven parties that we went to over a span of three days, is it any wonder that I gained 2 pounds? Now I’m only -8 pounds. I guess it could have been worse. Actually, I think this is just the tip of the iceberg. It’s kinda like credit. Slowly, the interest rate on the hot dogs, hamburgers, chips and dips, the alcoholic beverages and the Dairy Queen ice cream cake are going to sneak up and bankrupt the progress bank I’ve been keeping.