nother winter has come and gone and once again my dreams of looking better didn't materialize. I had intended to look like the man on the Harlequin Romance book covers, but I still have the same little ministerial potbelly I had at the first of the year. I had also hoped to have more hair, but that hasn't gone well either. There's a kid in. Why isn't there a donation jar with my picture on it at the drugstore checkout counter?
