Parking Space

And just what am I parking, you ask?

Me!

Since 2007 my son has come home with a stellar report card every marking period .  He's been honor roll for four years straight.  And every marking period, on report card day, (the only days of the year we do this), I take him to Friendly's Restaurant to celebrate.  (I know now that the reward shouldn't be ice cream or food, but after four years, this is like a sacred tradition for us!)

Anyway, for four years we would get seated at a booth and I had to look around to see if anyone was watching while I squashed my stomach into the table whilst wedging myself into the booth.  It was such a tight squeeze the table often acted as a shelf bra.  It was embarrassing, and of course, the embarrassment only got worse when later I'd order an ice cream sundae!

On April 15, 2011, I had to pay the IRS instead of getting my usual refund.  But I still found many reasons to celebrate.

1. I ordered from their "Healthy Dining Finder" selection and passed on the ice cream.
2. My son also passed on the ice cream...woohoo!
3. This marks the 6 year anniversary of escaping a wretched marriage and never looking back.  YAY.
4. And most importantly.....I slid easily into the booth with a few inches to spare in the space between my stomach and the table.  

3 inches between table and me

Now that's what I call a great parking space!

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