In Bend. Where...

It is also fucking hot. OMG. Like hot.

And my sister has completed her 'throw away all the old comfortable furniture, replace it with modern uncomfortable furniture' plan. All her chairs are now small, modern, and have arms, which means my fat ass doesn't fit in pretty much any of them except the old dining room chairs, which I think belonged to her husband's mother so should be safe from replacement. I hope. Because it's the only chairs in the house where I can sit comfortably. (ETA Sister just barely fits in her new kitchen chairs. WTF was she thinking?)

My aunt is arriving tomorrow. I've warned my spouse that if she makes one comment about my weight -she's always concerned about my 'health' and always gives me grief about my diet coke habit- I am leaving. I will not subject myself to that from her or anyone else.

I'm feeling very vulnerable right now.

As well as hot.