“Vicky’s cake? Okay I’ll take just a smidgen. Oh, ReNee made one also? Both chocolate. Very good. I’ll have only a smidgen of each. I have to treat both daughters-in-law equally.

“Yes, I’ll have more – but just a smidgen. I will probably want just a smidgen more before bedtime.”

Next morning, weighing in. The scales are up a smidgen this morning. I guess the food I ate yesterday made me retain more water.

“Do we have any of that cake left today?”

“Yes,” ReNee responds, “Would you like some?”

“Yes, but just a smidgen. The scales showed me a bit overweight this morning.”

In closet, changing clothes for the third time because it seems like my clothes are a smidgen too tight. It is humid and I am sort of sweaty, maybe that is why they feel uncomfortable.

ReNee: “Maybe we should measure you with a tape measure to see if we need to go up a dress size for you next time we go shopping.”

“I don’t want to do that. Well, okay, but before we go, do you still have a smidgen of that cake left?”

.*** Have you noticed that sin creeps up on you just the way calories do.