Missing Persons Report

No one is missing yet. But by this time next year I want to be. Or at least be missing the portion of me that would be equivalent to the size of a small person. Trouble is I hate diets, I lack self-discipline and I’m pre-menopausal. Still, I owe it to myself and to the wedding photographer, who will undoubtedly grow frustrated with me if I refuse to have my picture taken with the rest of the bridal party, to have some reduction process going on in the near future. The countdown begins. Just don’t rush out and look for me on the back of any milk cartons just yet…