“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.
Yes, exactly! (Turkish Delight, anyone?)
Thanks, save a smidgen for me.
Good point about the smidgen of sin.
Those little foxes that are ruining the vineyard.