Gemstone
Here for the Journey
Just the other day I bumped into a friend in town and (silly me) happened to remark how good she was looking. One and a half hours and two cups of coffee later she was still going on about how she lost 4 stone and dropped 4 dress sizes. Don't get me wrong, I had nothing but admiration for her but she didn't even pause for breath!
As she stood up to leave she said, "So I'll pick you up at 7.45 on Tuesday then".
SHOCK! HORROR! ABSOLUTE PANIC! What on this earth had I agreed to in my catatonic state?
Tuesday came and as the time approached panic reached fever point. I reasoned that throwing myself under a bus was a bit drastic so I reached for the make-up bag and tried to decide between going pale and a rash on the face.
Deciding neither would work I reached for the phone, intending to plead sickness, when the doorbell rang and I heard my husband say, "Yes she's ready and really looking forward to her night out".
Traitor!
I was led speechless to the car and propelled headlong into......Happy Hippos! Happy Hippos? Jeese, whoever thought of that one?
Happy Hippos is a jolly group of women. Joining is by invitation only and you have to be 3 stone overweight to be invited. Happy Hippos play bingo, sing karaeoke, have guest speakers and play games. The scales take an indescrete pride of place at the front of the room and the ladies jump on and off to cheers and commiserations of their fellow Hippos.
Yesterday I got my invitation to join Happy Hippos. Now did anyone see
where I put that make-up bag........?
© June 2008
Gem x
I apologise to anyone on the forum who is a Happy Hippo but it is just not for me, sorry
As she stood up to leave she said, "So I'll pick you up at 7.45 on Tuesday then".
SHOCK! HORROR! ABSOLUTE PANIC! What on this earth had I agreed to in my catatonic state?
Tuesday came and as the time approached panic reached fever point. I reasoned that throwing myself under a bus was a bit drastic so I reached for the make-up bag and tried to decide between going pale and a rash on the face.
Deciding neither would work I reached for the phone, intending to plead sickness, when the doorbell rang and I heard my husband say, "Yes she's ready and really looking forward to her night out".
Traitor!
I was led speechless to the car and propelled headlong into......Happy Hippos! Happy Hippos? Jeese, whoever thought of that one?
Happy Hippos is a jolly group of women. Joining is by invitation only and you have to be 3 stone overweight to be invited. Happy Hippos play bingo, sing karaeoke, have guest speakers and play games. The scales take an indescrete pride of place at the front of the room and the ladies jump on and off to cheers and commiserations of their fellow Hippos.
Yesterday I got my invitation to join Happy Hippos. Now did anyone see
where I put that make-up bag........?
© June 2008
Gem x
I apologise to anyone on the forum who is a Happy Hippo but it is just not for me, sorry
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